fazed
you do it again and again,
piercing me with the words you say,
the things you do.
why can't we just end on a good note?
was there ever a need to be nasty and cold?
i do not think so.
i loved it when you were warm and caring.
i hated it when you utter monosyllabic replies.
maybe that's why we never gotten around it.
we were never standing on the same platform.
as much as i reached out,
you weren't interested to meet me halfway.
i would have loved to walk with you.
maybe you have even never treated me as a friend.
time and again, you have brought me laughter and comfort,
but you have also brought me cold and sadness.
here comes a time where i am no longer keen to be nice to you,
much less eager to meet you or think of you.
maybe that's why today.
waving gallery
came and gone.
as silent as it began,
as silent as it ends.
needless for words
such as "see you again".
planes come and go,
each flight symbolizes a new journey,
a new work day, new people to fly with.
one day the planes will come home.
home is where the heart is.
but where is home when what's left is an empty heart?
violation of rules,
you knew it too.
couldnt' help it, i really did not want to.
the comfortable companionship,
the hint of attachment.
that's where we know it has to come to an end.
in time to come,
there will still be a smile,
an acknowledging gaze.
maybe we will still talk like friends.
maybe we will just walk on by.
thank you for that little while.
i'm glad we crossed at the meeting point.
travellators moving in opposite directions.
waving gallery holds the memories,
the ticket prints the flight.
the boarding gates to our different destinations,
take off to new heights.
if only life was more gratifying.
leave no rooms for regrets or pity.
live. love. life.
