A Timeline

• You and I
  • against a rule,
  • set for us by time.
• A marker drawn
  • to show our end,
  • etched into its line.
• The briefest moment
  • shared with you—
  • the longest
  • on my mind.

Closure

• Like time suspended,
  • a wound unmended—
  • you and I.
• We had no ending,
  • no said good-bye.
• For all my life,
  • I'll wonder why.

A Question

• It was a question I had worn on my lips for days—like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling—despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
  • "Do you love me?" I ask.
• In your hesitation I found my answer.

Lost Things

• Do you know when you've lost something—like your favorite T-shirt or a set of keys—and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place—until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition.
• Everyone has one—an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.
• I think this is where I belong—among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

A Betrayal

• I cannot undo
  • what I have done;
  • I can't un-sing
  • a song that's sung.
• And the saddest thing
  • about my regret—
• I can't forgive me,
  • and you can't forget.

After You

• If I wrote it in a book,
  • could I shelve it?
• If I told you what you took,
  • would that help it?
• If I will it,
  • can I un-feel it,
  • now I've felt it?

Letting Him Go

• There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.

The Things We Hide

• And so,
  • I have put away
  • the photographs,
  • every trace of you
  • I know.
• The things that seem
  • to matter less,
  • are the ones
  • we put on show.

Sad Songs

• Once there was a boy who couldn't speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. One day he met a girl who had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favorite song. He watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before.
• He would play his songs for her day after day and she would sit by him quietly—never seeming to mind that he could only speak to her through song. She loved everything he played for her, but of them all—she loved the sad songs best. So he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear.
• One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else—for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. But it was now time for her to go away—to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
• Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met?
• No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.

Soul Mates

• I don't know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place—some other existence.

All or Nothing

• If you love me
  • for what you see,
  • only your eyes would be
  • in love with me.
• If you love me
  • for what you've heard,
  • then you would love me
  • for my words.
• If you love
  • my heart and mind,
  • then you would love me,
  • for all that I'm.
• But if you don't love
  • my every flaw,
  • then you mustn't love me—
  • not at all.

Souls

• When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
• Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another.
• This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they are not there—even if they are only in the very next room. Your soul only feels their absence—it doesn't realize the separation is temporary.
• Can I ask you something?
• Anything.
• Why is it every time we say good night, it feels like good-bye?