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Torn

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You cant be torn between two worlds,
One step in the door, and the heart;
You cant be ether, here and there,
That’s how atoms get torn apart.

Love is what keeps you journeying;
But Love is what made me realise:
As time pulls, it tires and hardens,
Eventually, snaps and dies.

It’s not love’s fault that it merges
What the past was with the present;
It always fails to consider
What was said and what the thought meant.

You fly through atmospheric space,
Touching earth, then soaring to sky;
But one place shall give, it’ll be time
To either dig deep or fly high.

Then won’t be a chance to back out,
Or descend, though your need compels,
You won’t be torn between two worlds:
There’re no two heavens nor two hells.

timing

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I couldn’t say I need you
When you smiled and said you had a reason
To not wake me with a kiss.
Kisses are to be timed.
Like doctor’s appointments
Or the schedules of trains.
I couldn’t say I need you
Because your smile was meant for me
To forget that I do.
It was a smile that was perfect
And timed so that I would not notice
That some appointments and trains
Are always late.

Even you

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You leave and you return,
You leave and you return,
And all the days pass by soon,
But, in the dark, you all leave
And silence learns eerier tune.

Some say, lovers leave and should,
If anyone knows, you would;
But some say some do return;
That happens rare and, mostly,
In loneliness, alone, you shall burn.

You’ve seen the moon shine bright,
She can take the sole centre of night,
All rave on her beauty, some swoon;
But, on the darkest night, she leaves –
Even the moon leaves, even the moon.

So laugh, if you can, and fuck and eat
And, if you can, go ahead and repeat;
Everyone leaves and this is true;
And in the darkest hours of deceit,
Even you could leave, and yes, so will you.