Blue Rain
These days, and days like these,
With the sun and clouds tossing about.
The blues and the greys jostling for space,
Waiting for their moment, with each passing phase.
The streets seem different, yet familiar, too.
The places we said we’d venture,
Are now far in-between, and few.
I believed when you said that I was the one you missed,
When you swore that this love would be the last, constant and without remiss.
I believed in the future that you spoke of and we dreamt,
The vision of what we would pursue,
Together, always and true.
I believed when you said that no challenge was too great,
When the world becomes heavy, we’d carry each other’s fate.
I believed when we promised that we’ll be each other’s biggest fan,
How we’d stand together,
As partners and lovers, once more and again.
I believed when you whispered that I was your home,
More than twice and infinitely more,
As you held me close, in the safest space I had ever known.
I believed when you took my hand and said you’d never let go,
That you chose me and I chose you,
That we would survive it all.
I believed the way your lips felt against mine,
With the sparkle in your eyes,
How you said this was forever, that this was our time.
I believed when you made me believe that you wanted this, too,
When you told me you loved me, would have me, swaying to our own tune.
I believed in the story of a crisis so severe,
Deadly, was the fact,
That life would shift and pause in its tracks.
Now, I hear, it was not entirely so,
That the truth had been bloated,
Made more tragic than what, to me, has been sold.
I believed when you said that one day you’d still want us back,
Even as you turned around and broke that sacred pact.
Most of all, I believed in you, in us, and what lay ahead,
Because with you, back then,
I had no dread.
I watch the waves roll, the wind in my hair,
The unshed tears sting my eyes, my heart beaten from despair.
A soft, subtle breeze brings your energy to me,
That familiar presence that won’t let me be.
When you look in her eyes and hear his laughter,
May you remember, every time,
The heart that shattered and begged for you that December.
As you wake in your day and close your eyes at night,
May you reminisce the feel of our skin as we collide,
The sensation familiar, burning bright.
With every sunrise and sunset that appears in sight,
May the memories flash by your eyes,
Vivid and unwavering in the fire it ignites.
As the stars dot the sky and the wind rolls past the clouds,
May you hear the pained anguish of tears that you ignored,
Far-reaching, with hardly a sound.
When the rain falls down in a soothing storm,
May you see again your favorite vision of us, cozy and warm,
Wrapped in cableknit yarn.
When you take that drive, still and quiet, into the night,
May you remember how you had vowed you would take a stand,
No looking back,
That nothing will change your mind.
With every image focused through the lens,
May you feel the warmth of that last embrace, with the fragrance you loved,
So intense.
When you play that melody, strumming on your guitar,
May you realize how the music had died in the one that you left,
Holding on from afar.
As you revert to life as you hope it once was,
Intentional, without question nor any fuss,
May you recall every promise and trust you broke that was entirely for us.
While you try your hardest to forget what and who we were,
May every moment return reinforced, engraved in your soul,
Forevermore.
