Poetry of the Soul

Return

even before sky cried

it was you first,

to escape from my hand,

all the roses were left,

perched in a cold lump of soil

all the ambrosial candle wax

inside the drawers of our room

made me reminisce

all the nights we shared;

dripping sweat,

whimpering echoes,

and the battle between dominance

as it bruises my insides

heedless and rapid

and now,

it's gone

the traces and marks,

yet the scenery is still there

but,

you

were gone. 

i was a fool

and still, i am,

desperately waiting

that time will return

and hopes it carries you. 

i yearn for the past,

your courtship,

your delicate touches,

every stupid little things

you did,

we did,

oh, gods,

i wish it never rained

if it didn't

you'd still be here with me

drinking a hot latte,

while sharing warmth

beside the windowsill

gazing as the snow fell

after the rain fades

away