I wonder if these poems
would count as letters
or fragments of a letter
to you
to help me process the mistakes
that led to losing you.
Tag: regret
punishing fire
Can I offer enough forgiveness
to my past self, to you,
to erase the pain, the confusion, the betrayal,
burning from your eyes
into mine, that night?
Your eyes burn into mine, still,
whenever I think of you.
That fire is the first thing I see,
still feel.
If I’m meant to feel that fire forever,
a hard punishment it would be.
Hard, and justified.
come and go
People come,
enter our lives,
often we don’t see them coming
until there they are, standing in front of us,
asking us to join in their lives, too.
People go,
often too soon,
before we have a chance to say goodbye.
In their shadows we remain
drowning in words unsaid,
yearning for a reunion of any kind
to lighten the load on our shoulders.
People come, and they go,
sometimes to make room for more new arrivals
for we can only have so many, right?
When they go, I wonder where they go.
Do they, too, carry words left unsaid
like me?
last time
What would you have said to them
if, the last time you saw them,
you had known
it would be the last time?
on that day
One day
you will think of them
for the first time in a long time
and you will think you can go back to that time
when you were happy, with them,
but then you will look around
and remember
they are not here.
On that day,
I will be here for you.
Dawning Words 