Do you dream the same dreams when you are there?
Does the path you have taken been the same as before?
Did breaching the end, be the resolution of life?
When you were here I was ungrateful
When you are gone I am regretful
Time confines us to the world
Of which it stipulated our existence
Do you still see the things you see now? Here? There?
Do you ever regret the two of us?
If every being that crosses your path
Requires many lifetimes
Does that mean that we will not meet again till
the next thousands and thousands of lives?
If there is no rebirth
Then was I lucky to have met you?
Did you regret it? Me? You? Them?
Every frustrating tear
Every happy days
They're bygones now
So to you
I say goodbye
To you I say I am sorry
To you I say Thank you
For meeting you
For talking to you
For knowing you
For being different
For being loved
For being accepted
For being refused
For disappearing
For leaving
For I am not a gentle person
For I am the only one
Who benefited
When the lights went out
To you
Who I spent a lot of time with
For you
Who I gave my fleeting life to accompany
To you
Who is gone now
I will not linger
Because you are gone
I will not try to pretend
That it was okay
On that day
I left
On that day
You let me go
On that day
Cracks and pieces were broken
You were once the shadow
To someone else's life
Their light
Their love
You were a stranger I came to love
For a short period
To the period I hated
And then you are gone
Time took your life
Just as it will mine
I am sorry
Thank you
Goodbye
May you find the peace you sought for
And the place
You wish to go
Mayhaps
We will meet again
We will fight again
And we will walk a path
Similar to now
But I am not going to regret
The time I spent away
For that was
What our fates dictated
I am sorry
I wish to have been there
But I cannot
You are gone now
And so I shall go to
Into the next phase of life
Of my existence
Where do we go?
We may meet again
We may not
Time will forget us both
Good bye.
And so life continues on
Like when you were here
And when you were gone
(June 8 2019 - The news of you, gone with the wind.)
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Anthology of Random Thoughts
PoetryAn area of random prose. When inspiration strikes, and there's a thought, here it is. I only ask that you (my dear reader) do not write very harsh criticisms, some of these are really dark thoughts and some of them are - my way to heal. If you know...
