the cold breeze crawls against his skin
powerful enough to give him goosebumps
but not the kind he's been searching

he treks against the snow, hurriedly
as if time is passing by too fast
and he's afraid he might fall behind

his constant worries trail him
like an unwanted game of hide and go seek
except he is always being found

he longs for the sun, an image
destroyed by the constant winters
that ceaselessly plague his mind

but he doesn't need to hunt for
what he already has in
the palm of his hand

all he must do is wait
for the snow to melt
and spring to come again

where i will welcome him
with open arms, like the ones
he so desperately yearned for

i told myself i would
not wait for love

but what am i to do
if he is standing
right here
beside
me?

would you believe me
if i told you
that you are the universe
in which i live in,
the air in which i breathe,
the land on which i walk?

would you shake your head
in disagreement
if i mentioned how
your smile acts as my sun,
your voice a melody
that lingers in my favourite songs,
your eyes as lambent
as the beautiful
night moon?

would you think of me
in the far future
on quiet evenings by the windowsill
as you reminisce the times
we spent together,
the memories i replay constantly
in my mind,
of days i wish will never die?

would you?

i hope you do.
i hope you do.

i had never heard a symphony
until you said my name

please sing me a
song of your most
precious memories and i
will try to sing one of
mine

of rainy days spent
under worn down umbrellas,
of clear nights where
the constellations are
sublime

please compose me a
rhythm that will be neither
too soft nor unbearably
loud

i am afraid unwanted
ears may hear, for i
desire to be your only
crowd

please perform for me
the show you've only
dared to execute in your
wildest dreams

and i will dance along
as the moon does for the
stars every time they
gleam

he sang me to sleep
yet i dreamt of his soft voice
bidding me goodbye

her lips are like honey
but she is sweeter
than nectar and
thicker than molasses

they taste her with
the tips of their tongues
yet they do not swallow
anything

her hair is black
but she is darker than
the night when the sky
is still and the stars have
gone to sleep

they search for
something they cannot find
lost in the fragile
strands of her tresses

her eyes are like bronze
medallions glimmering
in the sunlight shown
to many to say: 'i did it.
please remember me.'

when she smiles they
curve like the crescent
moon when it is eight
in the evening and the
sun bids goodbye

she is the mystery and
she is the detective
hired to solve all the problems
everyone else encounters
around her

she is the question and
she is the answer

she is

with lips flushed pink he exhales
into his woolen scarf, a stream of
doubts and insecurities no one but
the wind can hear

softly and slowly like
the flurries of snow passing
through each december morning,
he inhales a new beginning

no trace of what is left behind
it is only the cold winter breeze
resting against his fingertips
leading him back to comfort

calling him back home

your name appears
i have so many things i
want to talk to you about
but what if you're already
passing the time with
someone else?
i'll just be a bother tomorrow
or in my dreams, where
we already talk
under the night moon

when is it time to rest?
my heart needs a break
from thoughts of you
before it's
               too
                  late

love always had four letters
until i heard your name
and suddenly it became five

possibly in another world
you've grown to like me too

but here, in this one
i stay dearly enamored
of you

i stayed home from school that day
because i was exhausted and lacked sleep
or maybe it was because i didn't really feel like going

it wasn't because i was texting you
all night saying goodbye, or
because i simply didn't feel like i could
continue on living

at least that's what i tell myself
when i hear three knocks on my door and
it's eleven in the morning and i'm
still in my pajamas

it really could have been
because i wanted to sleep in, which is
what i tell to the police officer as he sits down
across from me and asks me if i'm okay

of course, do i not breathe before you?
at least that's what i tell him
in my mind, the same little phrase
i have told myself all the times before

and he looks at me and he does not smile
or look away or crease his eyebrows
and i do not ask for a reaction
or people begging at my feet

we both know what is happening here
we both wish we didn't

melancholy dripped from her chin,
somehow louder than evening rain

a colour i've never felt before
staining the very fingers i use to
write love letters and tuck
little hairs away

like the oceans of which it shares its hue
it came crashing into me
it came crashing through me
it came crashing past me
and into my heart
where you claimed your place
as quick as the morning dew
leaves after the rising of the sun

and i felt safe like i have
never been
i felt safe in these waves
though i've never known
how to swim
felt safe as the tide overcame
the beatings of my heart
even if it had never been this way before

what is this?
who are you?
what have you done to me?
questions i've asked the moon (but not yet you)
looking for the answers in the creases of your eyes
but maybe you'll save them for another day
a time when you'll know too

what is the world
    when it is without you,
what is the world
    when you are not here?

what is an ocean
    without its' inhabitants,
what is it to live
    without having feared?

what is today
   without the sunshine,
what is tomorrow
   without the pouring rain?

what is happiness
    without laughter
what is sadness
    without any pain?

i hope you can tell me
           i hope you somehow know,
what is the world
     when it is without you?

i am looking for answers to
questions i can't seem to let go

love me or leave me
which will you choose?
both bring pain
one sooner than the other
but at least you will be my muse