I loathe to say Bon Voyage.
For most, loving in the dark is scarier than loving in the light
but I beg to disagree
it is much scarier to love in the light with all those pretty smiles,
and artificiality it is easy to get lost in a pair of eyes
and words of persuasion through a glamoured view from a masterful performer;
while in the dark, you see nothing rather you feel the earth beneath you,
the rumbling of laughter from the person who found you despite the desaturation
you see, but you don’t
you see with your insides; the lungs, the gut, the heart –
and unpracticed you both crawl and fumble and tumble
just enjoying the company
There’s a certain finality to a feeling or a fact when you arrange them into words in your head or utter them with your lips… that make them harder to take back and harder to suppress.
It’s when the reality of things seem like a distant galaxy and now a meteor shower has come unnotified. Flustered, you duck for cover but still in view of a nocked arrow.
I find that if you
naught hardships nor
words are hard
like flowers in a garden;
as pain and tragedy
sing ballads –
guzzles the light of the sun
and stargazes in a pair of eyes.
When Mistakes come to claim the ones we love, Regret rushes in to stop them while Time sputters a glance but refuses to turn back.
Your arms will always be the arms that held the breaking faults of my soul
we saw each other but ignored
and continued on with our lives
with different people
Never given a chance
to connect, to see, to be
more than what we were
Oblivious to the fireworks: just untapped potential,
was buried as a variation of the present