All my life I have wanted;
I have dreamed.
Yet what do I do
when I no longer want?
no longer dream?
Meeting you was like
the red ribbon of fate.
An unexpected dream,
An unexpected wish.
All my life I have wanted and dreamed
for someone like you.
for someone to love,
to hold,
to cherish...
till death do us part.
Yet I did not have.
I could not have.
I could not hold.
I could not cherish.
Till do us part.
Because meeting you was like
the red ribbon of fate
until -
suddenly -
the red ribbon was cut
by fate itself.
What do I do now
when I no longer want
and no longer need?
YOU ARE READING
Winter
PuisiA short collection of poems bidding him goodbye. ----- ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.