"Find beauty... in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides." -- Junichiro Tanizaki

Quarante-Quatre.

Moments in Denmark.
11.09.16

It was a cold Danish autumn
and my fingers felt each degree
almost numbing each hand
till they were close to a freeze.

But I choose to feel the warmth
and marvel at a snowflake's art
soak in the sights and sounds
and hold each memory to heart,

like food which tasted like home
and the laughter in the air
the smiles of the little ones
and each word spoken in loving care.

Now I see the beauty of moments,
insignificant as they may seem;
as long as the sum of it all is love,
there will always be good in between.


*Written after my trip to Denmark.

Quarante-Trois.

10.30.14

Once upon a time,
we were in love.
Our hearts teemed with dreams
and we were enough.

But somehow, we grew apart
things turned to gray,
the moments we shared
started dwindling away.

Until all that was left
was just you and me,
our broken beings,
an ending we did not see.

Almost a year has passed,
the sadness comes and goes.
I may now be forgotten,
just a stranger you once knew.

Quarante-Deux.

04.10.17

This bittersweet feeling
the feeling of being torn,
of want, of longing,
and forgetting altogether

but then the lingering 'why'
and all the possible reasons
and the tears that have returned
and the ache I've not felt in years;

will seeing you be an answer
to close out this drawn out chapter
or will I be doomed again
to reminisce the hurt after?