Woke up this morning but something was wrong.
Eyes, blurry from the sun’s piercings through my window,
and that’s when I knew, the Love was gone.
Actions, reactions, prayers and songs,
one by one, all in all, pale comparisons.
In just this week, the Love was gone.
How could this change have happened so spontaneously?
Was our friendship just a farce, a game, an obligation?
Redemption in of itself, but no more- the Love is gone.
This very day, just two years ago, was was was blood- suffering
an expectation beyond imagination of something totally unreal
unclear and unloved. That was the end, the Love was gone.
Wake up, live, and die. Destined to be? Is that my Destiny
The narrow path is unbecoming right before my eyes. Visible
and Invisible within a matter of time. A life when the Love is gone.
Dearest, I’ll call out to you when the time comes. Be, my dearest
and I promise you that even when the day is darker than the night,
I’ll be there for you regardless if this Love is gone.
For always,
Love is Come.
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Indeed, when door closed another opens....