How are you my love?
Have you slept well?
Did you cry last night?
Remember that last goodbye--
When you said goodnight
And I turned around with a
Heavy heart.
Choking on the emotions
I was trying to deny.
To the Guardian:
How are you my love?
Have you slept well?
Did you smile last night?
Amidst the bright and neon lights;
The music, the rhythm,
The endless, tempting melody
Of the crowd, of the lovelies
As I remember those times
We spent alone,
Together.
Too short time together.
To the Muse:
I dreamt of you last night.
Held your letters close to my heart.
I read them a thousand times,
Trying to conjure you from memory.
Your sad smile.
Your bright smile.
Your evil laugh.
The way you laughed with your heart.
I was bone-tired,
Your memories my only respite.
To the Guardian:
I refused to dream of you last night.
In fact, I hardly slept
Afraid that my mind would call on you
And break my heart once again.
I lied when I said it's alright.
I wanted to keep you close
Hold you closer, and tighter.
Keep you to myself awhile longer.
But its not yet time.
Neither of us are ready to give up.
To the Muse:
I wanted to run to you
Jump on the plane and be careless
For atleast once in my life.
Surprise a laugh out of you.
Dry your hidden tears
You thought I didn't know.
Where are you now?
I called you but
You never answered.
To the Guardian:
It's almost winter.
Two seasons have passed and
I haven't heard from you.
I sent you a million letters.
Did you get them? Read them?
You're a phone call away
But I never could catch you.
This inverted time,
It slowly renders me mute.
To the Muse:
I dreamt of you last night, again.
In it, I touched your cold hands,
Until you slowly faded away.
It turned into a nightmare,
And I refused to sleep again.
I smiled for the people,
But my heart ached.
My throat hurt.
Choking on food I could not eat.
Call me tonight.
To the Guardian:
I saw you on paper.
You looked so beautiful,
Like a dream.
Are we a dream, too?
Those days we spent together,
A figment of my mind?
Too enchanted I turned them
Into fairy memories.
Into reality?
Call me tonight.
To the Muse:
To the muse
Who vowed to love me
A lifetime--
To the Guardian
To the guardian
Who vowed to love me
A lifetime--
To the Muse:
I miss you.
Come back.
To the Guardian:
I miss you.
Come back.
#RM
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