So close yet so far
by Ian Wen
The last gaze at the station
that ended it all
like a stab,
it pierced through my heart
and, without warning
the sharp pang of emptiness sears my mind.
I walked back alone
silently lost amidst the humdrum of street-life,
thinking in solitude.
The love story is an interlocking series of episodes,
of unexpected feelings-
anxiety, relief, anticipation, disappointment,
impulsiveness, restrain, ecstasy, melancholy.
interwoven and etched
into the fabric of our identities,
our memories, our heads.
We feel each other's presence
within a heartbeat.
So close, so close- too close
within so short a timeframe
and yet the year is closing in,
priorities are clear and unforgiving.
Three days and three nights
of absolute bliss
slipped by and vanished
your scent still faintly noticeable;
your smile still in my mind.
A strand of hair lying nakedly in bed-
and, yet, it is no more.
it is no more.
When days turn into nights
and dawns blend into dusks
will you think of me once in a while?
when the cold chill of winter
melts into the fabric of spring;
when the scorching summer takes over
and leaves autumn waiting earnestly in line-
will we be together?
will we hold hands again?