She was someone’s daughter.
He was someone’s son.
What bitter hate was this
to deny love and end laughter?
What horror they must have seen!
What fear they must have felt!
What torment they must have known!
What a night it must have been!
Her father must be fading away
His mother must be bereft
To know their children suffered
For no reason but loving their way.
It’s been a year that forgot grief in shards,
Where my heart burst in another becoming;
I’d nothing left to lose but abstract nouns,
Which I realize were never welcoming.
You were one of the cleanest emotions:
Subtle and complete, filled with the abstract
I’ve never been able to understand,
Despite how the heart would add or subtract.
Time is the cruelest entity I find;
It destroys the heart and corrupts the mind;
And though I am surrounded by the new,
I just close my eyes and simply find you.
For you gave meaning to what can’t be seen,
In that meaning, you will always be seen.
as she grows older,
my fear turns colder;
i ache to see how time wastes
sight, hearing, tastes.
she is my daughter,
my tears, my laughter,
she is my night mate,
she is linked to my fate;
she follows me around,
she longs to be found;
my heart is she,
what else could she be?
i really love her so,
even more than i could know,
yes, she causes my fear,
i always want her near;
for her, its the same,
i’m as sure as her name,
if she could speak,
i wouldnt be this weak;
all she wants to convey,
is a wish to play and play.
i hope God is kind this time,
to this heart of mine.
Hearts Still Care 