From spring, summer, autumn to winter.
Darkness loomed ahead and sucked my soul dry
While I saw emptiness around me through weeping.
***
🌻 The Sunflower 🌻
I saw you the first time and nothing.
The next time, you smiled as a greeting
And grinned, thinking I was someone else.
From then, I virtually cared for you little by little.
You grew in the sun room as I slept in a dark room,
While we talked in whispers across the walls.
Many times you don't see me and I'd say the same,
We're close but far - were we avoiding each other?
The doors open, but you're in a world of your own,
in music, art and dance, wearing a stern expression.
Many times you fall alone into awkwardness,
And I just wander as a shadow to a forgetful you.
I know things I don't know why I know,
The photos on your side of the wall,
Your rabbits skewers and mouse-like singing,
That bitter and crunchy feeling of unripe avocados.
Sharing the same personality, you, a mystery to me.
School, friends we care for, our confusion,
We opened up and found our distinctness;
You were no dodgy kid I would talk blue things to.
Double you; why, did you play the harp strings,
Like an angel, giving me good news in melodies?
That I had nothing except teasings for you,
And the special family presence of you being there.
A smile of sweetness like from a warm cosy bed,
You were the sunshine, a radiance through the night.
A rainbow of hope that appears from these tears,
You were busy and so I had to leave you alone.
The day came when the weather changed,
As fires broke out, the bridge between us crumbled,
which no smile could save.
I called out to you, distanced by our islands,
But you turned, hid away, never to be seen again.
***
☁️ The Cloud ☁️
You were there with charisma;
I just never thought of looking up to you.
A simple start to our conversation,
Made you rain and thunder upon me.
The same tunes, the similar stories,
Maybe we were selfish to a point,
Where we talked too much about ourselves.
Our emotions expressed - did we care about others?
Someone to depend on, that you trusted;
A friend so close, the world saw you go together.
They knew your weather, being by your side,
But all this lost and for three nights, you hailed on.
Ballads were sang aloud when no one was home.
Your hands covered your face, you contemplated.
The bread, you ate at late night with such a sad face,
Told you to sleep; that melancholy will grow you.
Nostalgia and reverie ideally fill journal entries,
That trust, secrets could be kept in the cloud.
Reality hits and imagination fails to be a friend,
A scrapbook filled, negative lyrics in empty spaces.
Introversion made you sick with spring allergies,
Obsessions made us stressed out in society.
Solitude or cityscapes was where we differed,
But both a place of freedom for things in our hearts.
You were cold, never letting a little sunlight in,
Why not embrace your artistic talent with romance?
Not to compare, but instead of being idle over time,
Let's create a concert of stupidity for our laughter.
We could spend our days talking in length,
Through letters, reminiscence comes to and fro.
You could only watch me from afar as you floated away with the stormy winds,
While I struggled under the earth's caliginous arm.
***
I bid my farewells; adieu to the neighbouring you.
I won't forget, thanking Him for bringing us together;
Keeping our memories, though our paths seperated,
Taking steps apart, till the sunshower comes again.
I'll always still be there for you,
Even if you won't be present anymore,
Unless the night swallows me up,
And puts me to an eternal slumber forever.
