Temporary

Listening to his voice was once my passion
Those words…
Those beautiful words that he spoke
As our emotions dwell on that room

Yes! That room where only he and I exist.

It’s like heaven had open its doors for us.
When the angels’ voices mingled with glee
As they follow the melody that echoes deep in our hearts.

Our memories were painted on the back of that door
The memories that I thought was ever-fixed.

I prayed for eternity,
But I guess eternity never existed.
And now, things have changed.

Everything has changed. . .

Now, his voice is obscure.
So vague that I can barely hear it.
Mournfulness strikes me from within.

I am alone. . .
Alone in this room
Trying to put things in oblivion.
As my demons dissipate every part of my soul,
I lie in this cold and dirty floor trying to imagine.
Imagine what life could have been if things never happened

I thought we were. . . .

I thought we can be. . .

But still, that’s how love remains to be. . .