Somewhere
hidden
in her
soul,

beneath her
veiled words
and the glances she stole,
was a story left to unfold.
A desire to be noticed,
A desire to be admired.
As if her presence
was dripping in
molten gold.

This is how I want to remember you
With your lipstick on
Wrapped in your favorite dress
The sun ever so gently kissing you
Until the birds sing you the one song
You were meant to listen to
Will you be with me when I am gone?
I am sure you will be
After all, that is what you promised me
For I know you remember every promise
And keep every memory with you

He is gone
Though he was never here
To begin with

He is gone
When I am halfway through
Our unfinished tale

He is gone
Just as I am about to turn around
And give it another shot

He is gone
But I am here
And he is there

Someday is but another day to come
He has seen enough of the world
To become the man of the hour
Have you found your muse, love?
The night falls when the ghosts arrive
Slowly but ever so surely
Your fingers, entwined with mine
Your laughter, in sync with my songs
Well-played and well-versed
For the eyes we are strangers to
And your face, my love
Holds the promise of something new
Someday is only another day to come

Once upon a time
A father loved his daughter
A mother fed her child
A writer recited his poetry
A musician wrote a song
A doctor saved a life
A singer healed broken hearts

Now those were no more
Than tales of a distant yesterday
Amidst smoke and ash
Buried under the sea of the dead

Your story is not mine
This I cannot deny
Your burden is not mine
This you will not share
Your heart is not mine
This I will not force
But do tell me, love
That your warmth
Will always be mine