by Arben Alovic
I wasn’t around for goodbye.
Quiet days on black sand beaches
As you gasped
For the air that wouldn’t fill your lungs.
I wonder if you reached out
For me; oceans away, unaware
That the euphoric days were fading
Like the sun dipping
Below the horizons.
As I walked the red temples,
Leaving prayers to gods, who allowed me
To play the fool as I clapped my hands
And threw my wishes away.
Into the water, the coin faded
In the dark, as you did.
I missed the words that I couldn’t hear,
That you couldn’t say.
The finality of the ending you didn’t know was coming.
There was never going to be another hello, or a last goodbye.
I held the card in my hand,
Scared to accept that I knew
You’ll never read it;
You’ll never know what I wrote,
As I threw the dirt onto you, burying the rose
In the hole so deep.
I watched the trees weep their petals
as you became one with the ground.
The flowers of yesterday will never bloom
Again, and all I find is loneliness
In the May breeze.
You’ll find Arben Alovic somewhere on your adventure. Lost in NYC or walking around Yoyogi. His work has appeared here and there; time for a scavenger hunt. Explore all the lovely writers you find while searching! Till next time, may life treat you well.~
