Looking at a rainbow
their backs are to the sun,
and this is how it is:
departing wasn’t fun.
He to the far cold east
and she to the glum west.
Separate paths for separate souls:
relationships pose the hardest test.
She felt something weighing her down
so she searched her heart’s pocket
And there she felt something gold:
while he, afar, cried holding half a locket.
Well?
The answer?
The answer:
Sitting on a creaky wooden bench
beside a small lake
motionless
eyes fixed in a trance
a tear
one
then another
A ceiling midnight blue
a bed beneath
spotlit by the silver moon
crinkled sheets
silent tremors
then sleep
Red rose water droplets
fragranced
thorns lots of thorns
green thorns
on this red rose
dropped
trampled
pushed aside
Love?
Yes
I know it
I know it well.
Plush toy lies destroyed:
cute monkey face
(with smile)
on floor,
spewing white guts
everywhere.
Broken teacup
shattered on floor:
shards of expensive china
scattered like wrecked puzzle pieces
missing –
lost forever.
Dead flowers in
cracked vase:
decomposition of beauty;
dried out leaves
sit like ashes –
wasteland.
Empty bed with
filthy sheets,
stained with unseeables:
regret, lust, mistakes, lies, uncertainties.
Epitaph of Loss;
Requiem of Silence.
Side by side we lie –
similar in many ways –
but different still.
Simple and straight;
close enough to be together,
together forever…
But never quite joining.
We’ll never be one
(as much as I want it)
as much as I feel I need it:
we’ll always be apart
but always there…
Right next to each other:
never leaving;
never straying apart.
Equidistant feelings
between the slopes of
emotions,
struggles,
joys,
heartbreaks.
We can never touch;
we can never meet up:
there’s no point…
So I’ll be here forever,
by your side
infinitely in both directions,
never distancing myself from you
because I am what I am
only because of you.
Mr Individualist 