Your face

only comes

in flashes

and echoes,

like a faded picture

stained with coffee;

yet your name

never left my lips.

Your voice
found its way
through my ear canals,
and a home too.

I have only learned
to appreciate and realize
how the sweet sound of your voice
echoes inside my brain,
hits the walls around my heart
and watered the grass and flowers
that grows under my rib cage
and around my dry bones.

But of all the words
that rolled off your tongue,
it is when you say my name
that I don't stand a chance.
You curl your tongue
to sound the letter L
and the rest sounds like
the harmony of a hummingbird.
Then it rings in my head
for a while after,
and again when I'm about to slip away
into my unconscious.

Believe me,
even the birds,
records and their scratches,
and the waves,
don't amount to the
beauty of your voice.

I arrived there on a Sunday,
on the dock of that place
where the water is so clear
you wouldn't be afraid of swimming too deep.

I saw you then,
three hours later.
I couldn't remember what you were wearing,
but I remember you had on your face
the most innocent smile
and the prettiest freckles on your nose.
Though I didn't think much of it,
of you,
or your face,
or who you were,
or where you've been.

So I carried on with life there.
I laughed with the sun,
smiled to the sky,
and breathed for the sea.

----------------------------------

On the Wednesday,
it rained.
And I swear the sky rained
on my heart and eyes, too.
It took down the blinds
and got rid of the fog.
It was like seeing you for the first time,
but instead of dismissing your smile
and the freckles on your face,
I fell in love with it,
with your face,
with you.
And I wanted to know
who you were and where you've been.

----------------------------------

It's August now
and I'm still in love with you.
Because from that moment on,
I no longer laughed with the sun,
smiled to the sky,
or breathed for the sea.

I laughed with you,
smiled to you,
and breathed for you.

You could crack open my skull
to see the alive pink flesh that carries
my every thought.

You could take a knife,
cut across my chest
and find my throbbing heart
to see every emotion and feeling felt.

You could rip my skin
to see my breathing lungs,
every atom of oxygen and nitrogen
I have consumed.

I would let you in so deep
until you fall under my heavy soul and mind,
but I will count on you to lift me up.

On a typical dark night,
the moon felt lonely
and afraid.
So she called out to a star nearby,
"Hey, could you come and shine with me?"

At first,
the star hesitated and said,
"But you can shine so much brighter than me,
especially with the sun at your aid."

The moon rebutted,
"I just need somebody,
please?"
And the star gave in.

I hope,
just like me,
your soul is lonely.

I don't mean to curse
and wish solitary
on your beautiful heart.

But if your soul is lonely,
maybe we can be
two lonely souls together.

Loving someone
and not being loved
in return
could possibly be
one of the worst forms
of self-destruction.

But have you thought that
just maybe they're also -
in the quite and dark of their room,
to the busy streets and traffic lights -
they wished you loved them back?

(Number one):
Maybe, just as your
heavy eyes
close to enter
the castles there in the skies,
hoping you'd see them
in your dreams tonight,
theirs are still open
at 3:37 am
because you still run
endlessly in the
tracks of their minds.

(Number two):
Maybe, just as your curtains
hold back the sun
outside your window
and you think,
"Oh my God, his smile."
they're already halfway
to your doorstep
but decided they don't want
to take a chance.

(Number three):
Maybe, just as your feet takes you
by your window
to see if they're waiting
for you on the sidewalk,
they've left because you've never looked outside.

(Number four):
Maybe, just as you found
the right words to describe them,
they've written countless journals
about you.

(Number five):
Maybe, just as you're
willing to drop the world
to hear them breathe,
they've already given up
even themselves for their heart
holds so much love for you.

Have you ever thought,
just maybe?