You asked

You asked about silence and twilight butterflies,
They are muffled echoes ringing out at night,
They are heavy teardrops falling down my cheeks,
Been crying for seconds but it lasts for some weeks.
 
You asked about absence and it hurts to know
That feelings strong before lost their former glow,
That dreams are empty bottles with no bottom,
They easily turned into ugly from truly awesome.
 
You asked about emptiness and here let me pause,
It’s akin to loneliness with scars from rose thorns,
Rose grew and spread its fragrance onto both of us,
It filled hearts with happiness as oxygen fills lungs.
 
Then it was plucked and petals hid their floral odor,
Roots were cut and it deprived stem of pure water,
Emptiness is the visible footprint of expiring love,
How it was born, grew and remained a scribble draft.
 
If you ever ask me anything about things like that,
I’ll smile and say that life’s no place for regrets,
What I experienced I call my cradle of treasures
With gratitude to those who made it more precious.

July 28, 2013