I thought of you today.
The thought came from a memory
So beloved in my heart,
That I recalled your love for me.
The pang was a deep one,
For it quickly brought to mind
What once made me believe
And had left me so far behind.
So far, I found myself
With no recollection of you;
I’d forgotten your eyes,
Your arms, your care – all of you.
I thought of you today,
So I guess I did not forget;
So here I sit wistful,
But thankfully, without regret.
Friendship
I’m crazy for even feeling anger:
You are too self-absorbed to gauge and know,
Too vain even to choose to remember
Friendship is more than a hi a hello.
It is more than passing time and learning,
So much more than love, because it has none
Of its bittersweet, poignant yearning
But has help and kindness, laughter and fun.
Friendship is clear or rather it should be,
With an openness of warmth and feeling,
Engaging in all sorts of charity,
Enabling a vital tender healing
Of wounded hearts torn by society,
Or ironically by love’s pain
And its different shades of cruelty
That tend to crop up again and again.
I wish I could understand your notion
Of no past or future just the present;
But all three make up for emotion,
Every moment gives birth to moment.
I wish you to know and soon realize
The difference between the false and true;
Most stuff that seems beautiful lies
And you need someone other than just you.
Our love seems to have flown to a distant land
And our very souls neither understand.
Many times we both feel misunderstood,
Wonder if life will lead to anything good.
I’ll never fully adjust to your frowns,
You’ll never soothe my emotional downs.
In twelve years most of our time seems wasted,
Countless experiences neither tasted,
But since this is valentine’s after all,
I must tell you why i stick to it all.
Like you i feel an excess of feeling
That stirs up despite my heart’s concealing;
When i realise that you are nowhere near,
Spontaneously, i believe you dear.
There aren’t many stolen kisses as before –
When you kiss me now i remember it more.
If i had no hope or feeling for you now,
I wouldn’t notice the creases in your brow;
You would not help but know my weakest trait,
And find ways through means and compensate.
I mentioned it seems love has moved away
But i haven’t mentioned it has gone to stay.
Passion is something that’s not forgotten,
It can leave a taste of time gone rotten.
Love tends to steal back when you need it,
It seems silent till you wish to heed it.
Today despite our idiosyncrasies,
Despite the beliefs each of us believes,
Twelve years of feeling have made me learn,
Wherever love roams it is bound to return.
6pm
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