You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me.
I dreamed you; I wished for your existence.
You will always be a part of my life.
If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment,
the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
“She was the ocean and I was just a boy who loved
the waves but was completely terrified to swim”
When I hear the songs, the old songs that would play as we gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, when I hear those melodies, for a moment, an ever so brief moment I remember how beautiful you are, how special you are, and how being with you gave me the courage to change the world.
As quickly as it came the joy goes back to the sad reality, the reality that you are gone from my life and that it was my arrogance that caused you to leave.
The music continues to play and the sorrow rips the very fabric of my soul, remorse so dire sobbing drowns out the music, yet worth every tear just for that moment that I’m with you again.
Those eyes of yours
could swallow stars, galaxies and universes.
What hope did I have?
The happy times we had together are worth the times I cry alone.
