Seven Visits to Heaven.

Him.

He was the mountain
He was the sea
He was a beautiful face which no one could see

He never let the sky turn to
lines oddly scribbled by a child
He never let the clouds down
He never let the hands meet to pray
He never let the eyes water

A guy not afraid to stand up
A guy not afraid to express
A guy who could love
A guy who was loved.

Someone i lost touch with
But someone who had an imprint
Someone i knew for years
Someone who watched me change yet still loved.

He wouldn't sleep till I slept
He wouldn't rest till i was happy
He wouldn't let go in a crowd unknown
And he would hold onto things which I could never carry.

He was the ocean
Blue and white
He was the sun
Warm and sound
He was the storm
Calm and confusing

He was the guy
who used to whisper in my ear
"I remember everything "
After which, i used to feel everything and anything.

Sure, this may not be true sometimes
Sure, this may not mean much to you
But to me , he was my once
And he was my first .

And Maybe 'was' is a question after all.