Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Past Imperfect

What if we could bottle it up, take a little boat ride and throw it in the middle of the sea.
Not caring which abyss it drowned to or which shore it drifted away?

What if we could simply write it all and post it, mail it to a recipient residing nowhere,
And sigh a relief perhaps that "nobody" would read it and take it all away, far far away?

What if we could sit in a quiet corner, scream away in those momentary tears,
And then wipe it all off... what if it would just go away that way?
What if we could think it through, every little detail, painful, hurtful, tearful, scathing detail,
Promising it will be the last time that we allowed it to destroy and demolish us this way??

What if the past was just like that??
A pack of cards, lose one of it and the others would be simply left to wither away?





Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Rehab

This is all that is left to it.
Google searching her death and cause every two hours.
And wondering the what if's.

What if I dint waste her precious seconds and minutes
What if she could instead read a book more, write a bit more, talk a lot more and smile...
What if she dint have to counsel me, convince me, pull me out of my misery...
What if we only laughed and smiled and giggled and spoke...
Regular stuff, mundane stuff...

What if my heartbreak and its aftermath dint poison away her little time.. her precious time...
Would she live a little longer...happier.. still as always... smiling?!?!

What if we met in more simple times...
without tears and anger and pain in the background...
Where she didn't have to be my crutch... moving me on from day to day?!?!
I guess where ever she must be.. she must be a little angry...or perhaps she might just laugh it away..
Perhaps I had no right to hog her time... own it like it as my own.
But perhaps that is why she came into my sphere...to walk me through...step by step... let me live life each day with her strength...
Step by step as days pass by all I have of her are precious memories.