I Only See You

On the eve of your day,

I look through all my saved memories

And find your face in the midst of many

So many people that I know,

And those I don’t.

And yet I only see you.

It’s your eyes, your lips,

Your nose, and the voice

That I can hear even 

When you’re not speaking.

Is this the web you weaved

On my mind, on my heart?

I closed my eyes and 

Tried to dispel your magic.

I looked to the right

Found little sparkles on the left

And troubled shiny things

On the right, amongst many.

And yet I only see you.

Color your hair light,

Color your hair brighter,

Color your hair your color,

In the end, it is you.

And what’s beneath that I see.

That one thing you promised to me.

But where are you now?

Away, far away, going even farther.

The promise you made last December

Was as fleeting as your smiles

Today, yesterday, a week before.

Can you still see yourself in the mirror?

Are you lost now, my tree?

Are your roots hanging by the thread

Along the suddenly surging river

Overflowing stream, once dreaming

Now a frightening reality.

Still, I can only see you.

As you were when we held hands,

When we whispered silly jokes.

And tried to offend each other,
So we can make up afterwards.

And yet you seem lost now, my star.

Find your way back through my eyes.

#RM

03/28/2021

AT THE PINNACLE

Today, as I celebrate the day I was

Meant to be.

I closed my eyes and wished

To see your eyes shining,

Smiling shyly.

Your lips both happy and mysterious.

Will you celebrate with me?

Will you finally answer my call,

That you've long ignored.

Despite your long ago promises

That I will be your universe.

As I have made you mine.

Can you now take my hand,

And hold it tight?

When you're at your prime,

The pinnacle of your fame,

Your star shining brighter than ever

As you've wished long ago.

Will you now open my letters?

The one I wrote you ages ago,

After a bittersweet goodbye,

And repeated whispers of

"I will come back for sure."

Today, can you make time to answer

My longing calls and hidden sighs?

Or is your schedule still full

Overflowing to the point

That your next time has

Become a long goodbye?

Can you finally let me know

And not leave me hanging here

If you will still come back to me

Or should I surrender and

Consider my diverging roads

And choose the one without you?

Today, as I celebrate the day I was

Meant to be.

I have come to  a crossroad of pain

And maybe fading sorrow.

I will not wait for you anymore.

So answer me now,

Or forget me forevermore.

#RM

03.22.2021

SPRING CHILD

To the child born in spring,

How are you?

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And tears in your heart?

Do you still struggle with the words

That would open your soul

To the people who would not

Listen?

To the people who would rather

Not listen?

To the child born of love,

Our sun is rising and the

Wind blows hot and empty.

The winter has passed,

And summer is waiting around the corner.

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And tragedy in your mind?

Do you still remember the pain

That would not lessen with the

Time?

Or the endless insecurities that

Respects no time?

To the child born under the blooms,

It’s the time of flowers

And greeneries, of hope for the future.

The trees are happy,

And the roads are paved with songs.

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

Thinking of lullabies you heard when you were

Young?

The melodies sang by your mother and father

When they were young?

To the child born after the snow,

Why does everything feel sad

When there’s joy around you and

Hearts sprinkled on your path?

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And invisible tears because no one

Understands?

That the pain you live in magnifies as love

Fails to understand?

To my dearest spring child,

How are you?

It’s been so long since we shared

The pain and loss which flows like the river.

Do you still play the piano

With tears in your eyes

For the one we lost

That summer we tried to be together

But chose our paths.

Our upward paths.

And lost ourselves—our hearts.

#rm

03/13/2021