I'm Sorry

It seemed you were here,

That was awhile ago,

Forgive me,

The fog was clouding my vision –

That I couldn’t see your hurtful beauty.

So reality had to peel off the shades,

I’m sorry I couldn’t reach out to you sooner,

But I was not paying any attention,

Is it pure ignorance or cowardice?

Maybe it was a bit of both,

Since I let my eyelids shut themselves.

I couldn’t see you among the crowd,

Because I was entertaining others,

If you could hear me,

Please forgive me –

For I didn’t realize your existence before,

maybe I was a coward for not taking your hand,

because I was scared of scrutiny,

now I regret for not holding on to your frail hands.

It was a pain to imagine how your eyes would gleam –

If you were still here,

I’m sorry for ignoring your presence,

For I was too busy,

It was a pathetic excuse,

But I was blinded by things which –

Now seem useless.

I didn’t realize your loveliness till now,

It was sad to be blind,

It seemed I walked pass an angel,

Now there is nothing.

If I was a better writer,

I could immortalize you in these words,

But all I could muster was these simple expressions,

I hope you had a good life,

And you are in complete serenity.

Again,

Please forgive me and others –

For not appreciating your wonderful spirit,

If there was a chance,

We might have been great friends.

*this poem is dedicated to those who did not have the chance to recognize a beautiful being until it's too late.

The moon

The rain seemed to patter on the window violently,

It was like a running faucet,

No one seemed to care for the wasted and painful flow,

Some of it hit her lips,

She tasted it and it was salty,

It’s been a long time since she felt that tang of saltiness in rain.

Certainly, it’d been a long time since the earth had seen the moon,

Where and when it was since it happened,

She could not muster the time and place,

All she saw was the silhouette of the moon vanishing,

Now she is embraced by regret and denial.

It seemed like they could only met in dreams,

The moon seemed to disappear without any note,

She came home one day to see only emptiness,

There was no trace of her love,

Just a note said “Goodbye and sorry”.

She really wanted to say lots of hateful things and curse at the moon,

But flashes of memories kept playing in her head,

It played like an old and faithful recorder,

The memories the moon left that could not be erased.

Now all she had was memories,

Somehow she knew goodbye was coming,

But clouded it with denials and lies,

Currently her perch is by the window -

looking at the cruel raindrops bruise her cheeks.

Even she said she didn’t need ‘I love yous’,

She needed that soft light’s comfort,

She did not want to stay in that cold bed,

All the dreams she had was that luminous glow,

Her faithful mind did not let her forget.

If I knew,

I would weave a beautiful Elysium,

And let her settle her uneasiness for good,

For thou shall seek great delight,

And be free of nightmares.

However, it was too late,

Goodbye came knocking,

And she did not prepare for the blow of despair,

All she could do was come back to an empty and lifeless home.

Even though it wasn’t a beautiful parting,

She still let that old recorder plays its haunting tune,

It was all she had left of the moon,

Holding on to denials and regrets,

Yet how lovely that pain was,

For it reminds us what people are capable of and our limitations.

We believe in weakness because it is there,

It is there to remind us that we are not God,

Failures of any forms,

Rooted us to the ground,

And pain can teach us to be strong and yet –

It can also teach us to be weak –

Whichever we choose.