Down with Aspidistras

"Miss You"

Two simple words
Handwritten in pencil
Scribblings on a page torn from your notebook
A World of Joy

A million years is too long to wait even for such bliss

posted by Bithran @ 10:24 AM 0 comments

Resolution

From this day on
I cease to call you
For what good can it serve?
You won’t come to meet me, I know
Only words of anger flowing in the midnight air
Insanity piercing me with shrapnel pain
Your sleep of peace broken in vain
My being reduced to no meaning at all

From this day on
I cease to write to you
For what good can it serve?
You won’t write back to me, I know
My words weigh heavy on your screen
Paper flowers with flaming plumes
Scattered in haste on your desk
Only to remind us of the passing waste

From this day on
I cease to meet you
For what good can it serve?
You won’t smile at me when I come
My midnight rendezvous smitten with fear
More changing than the sea you are
A smile, a frown all tossed around
With lightening speed, in a moment’s turn

From this day on
I cease to be there for you
For you to call me when you want to
To make me meet in twilight hours
To hold me in your arms when your heart desires
To pull me and to push me back
To make me smile and cry and smile again
To take me with you to your evening fun
To sprinkle words all soft for a moment’s joy
To hold my hands on a blue moon’s night
To make me come to a drunken ball

Unless, of course, you call out for me.

posted by Bithran @ 10:13 AM 0 comments