Beginning of an end.

How do I begin

When we have reached the end

The part of me that was you

Its lying somewhere shattered

Into little pieces

Of our laughter

Of our tears

Of our  madness

Of our fears

So scattered

That they cannot be one again

This is our reality

A battered you, and a battered me

Trying hard to forget

Trying harder to remember

What it was like

When we began.

Fall

Scatterbrained,

Rather drained,

End game, unfeigned.

I let go of it all,

I hear you call,

You were right there, to break my fall.

Dew

If I could, I would take your scent,

with me, to everywhere I went.

Revel in it, Dwell in it,

Till it hits me dizzy,

Till the world drowns out in a fuzzy,

Into a town blanketed with crystal morning dew,

Where I can romance with the idea of you.

Note to self - Part 2

You will always make mistakes. You are human. But you would be stupid to make them again. As difficult as it is or might be to let of the ghost of the past, the ghost of the future, as scary as it may seem, is for yours to create and/or destroy. So, while you may be struggling with the sadness of leaving something or someone behind, remember that the train has left the station. Now, it’s for you to know where you get down. I want to make it sound poetic and dreamy, because in many ways, it is. It is what makes for interesting lives. It is what makes for experiences, struggles and rainbows. And maybe you haven’t found your rainbow yet because you have been looking at the wrong places. Widen your horizon. Open your eyes. Reach out. And Relax. Rediscover your equilibrium. Trust me, you’ll do just fine. And yes, it is easier said than done.

Vaccuum

Without you,

There is a place,

A warm lonely place,

That remains empty,

Somewhere,

I don’t know where,

I feel it, it’s there,

Like a gasp,
That leaves a vaccuum in the chest,

Since you left,

I wait for you,

To catch my breath again.