Sunday, May 29, 2005

Once Then

We all will stop one day for a brief moment,
after we taste success,to turn back and look
where we have reached,
look around us and see how much we left,
how much we lost,
we shall count the tears, touch our laughter,
feel the wounds inflicted in our heart,
we shall then seek resort,
for that brief moment we shall yearn,
to be remembered by someone,
who held us close, closer that the soul itself,
the one whom we left behind, the one we refused,
but then we shall walk on, for we shall smile knowing,
that the same one still does holds us in the heart,
if dead the tombstone shall bear the inscription,
if alive,the mortal’s heart,
we shall miss that one soul then, shed a tear,
then stop ourselves from shedding another,
for we know it shall hurt them more,
for they begged to be given our  sadness,
for they lived to see us smile,
then we shall remember love,
when we are miles away, long gone,
to a point of no return.

1 comment:

S.L. Corsua said...

... shed a tear,
then stop ourselves from shedding another,
for we know it shall hurt them more,
for they begged to be given our sadness,
for they lived to see us smile,


The truth of such lines I answer to. Sorrow is easier communicated -- sans intent, sans words -- between those who share love. Beyond even the hierarchy of deaths.