just a little something.
words left unsaid, letters left unread,
poems left undone, songs left unsung,
love left unexpressed,
promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship,
one of the hardest things to do
is saying goodbye and letting go.
It is as hard as breaking a crystal
because you’ll never know when you
will be able to pick up the pieces again.
More often than not, they who go,
feel not the pain of parting:
it is they who stay behind that suffer,
because they are left
with memories of a love
that was meant to be,
a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end
of a relationship,
we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.
Unfair as it may seem,
but that’s the way love goes.
That’s the drama, the bitter and sweet
and the risk of falling in love.
After all, nothing is constant but change.
Everything will eventually come to its end
without us knowing when,
without us knowing how,
without us even knowing why.
And we must forget not because we have to
but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come
not as a single spy.
It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do,
every song you hear,
every turn of your head,
every move of your body,
every beat of your heart,
every blink of your eye and
every breath you take,
worries me.
It’s like a stab of a knife,
a torture in the night.
Funny how the whole world’s
population decreases.
when only one person is missing.
Just imagine,
there are billions of people on planet earth
and yet it seems and feels lonely
and empty without you.
I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art of love.
Time heals all other people but it takes
a little push on our part.
Acceptance plays a part.
Not all love stories ends with
“…and they live happily ever after.”
Sometimes we have to part because of
circumstances beyond our control,
arguing everyday.
We have to suffer if it would
mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to
temporarily let go of the pains.
Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk.
It’s something we can’t control,
something we had to live up.
And that’s life,
when you’re in love.
It’s over.
I’m gone. But life has to go on.
Goodbye doesn’t always mean forever.
There will always be a place and time
where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken,
letters will be read,
poems will be narated in the night,
songs will be sung in harmony,
love will be expressed in emptiness and
promises will be fulfilled.
