"....have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Reflections


It’s not when you are not here that it hurts so much…
It’s when I know you’ll always be there…and yet….
Like water slipping through my fingers…
The harder I try to hold on….
The faster you seem to slip away…
You are not mine to keep….
I am not yours to weep…
Like every measured heartbeat….
It hurts so deep….
I dare not say anymore…not today…nor tomorrow…
Coz every second spent in your presence was mine to reap…..
I try and reach out …..
But empty space is all that I can feel about….
A simple wish…..
Seems to have been washed away in an early swish…
It’s been long gone now….
With every memory imprinted like a rock…
I graciously walked away with a bow….
But you’ve left with me a key for which there exists no lock....

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