There is nothing more sorrowful,
than hearing a lover claim his love deceased.
There is nothing more fearful,
than hearing the ghost of present call itself your past.
There is agony and pain as you turn sore,
when you realise how powerless you are when you are made to feel like you're not loved anymore.
There is sadness, an abysmal sadness,
when the last memory slyly leaves your grip.
There comes a sense of foolishness in time of despair,
as you ask yourself- What if?
Your grief, is yours alone,
for you know not what his thoughts hold.
You're unaware of his plight or his joys.
You don't belong to his world anymore,
and he, to yours.
You accept.
You try to accept.
You try again.
You swayed like a pendulum,
for heart and mind have always been at the opposing ends of a never ending flight of stairs.
But you've ceased to sway.
As time wrapped you both in a whirlpool of doom,
the 'I don't care' and casual 'okay' grew louder each day.
They can't be ignored, they're a sign.
They signal the nearing of the end of your journey together.
Pick up your bags and don't look back.
As the adventurous days stationed themselves into their final destination,
The travelers resume living their separate lives.
There will come a time,
when you'll embrace peace,
for you know now about the magic that true love holds ,
even if only for a moment.
You will never be assured that true love will last or promises would be kept,
But you'll remember that they once accompanied you on your journey, making it worthwhile.
For lessons I have learnt and the wisdom gained,
I am thankful.
Yet, the grief of loss has no substitute nor can one do justice to it by trying to dismiss it.
I capture the grief,
feel it running through my veins and pouring itself into my heart.
I submit to its power.
For grief has been a path of virtue for me,
as I aim to come out strong once again.
Understanding pain,
leads to sanity.
But know that this sanity might get lost soon.
You'll then remember you were once sane,
You once saw a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel that now resembles a dungeon for the slaves.
Maybe its too soon to hope for a glimpse of that light,
As its only been a while
since i immersed myself in sorrow's eyes.
At last, I am hopeful about the future,
I know that it holds happiness for all souls.
Destiny and life, I put myself in your arms once again,
Knowing all the while,
its my footsteps that will lead the way.
