“For better or for worse”
I paused,
“I am letting you go”.
“For better or for worse”
I paused,
“I am letting you go”.
The times the flower bloomed
its aroma remained unrecognisable,
For she never knew the essence of true love
After years when she searched for the one,
it was long gone and it became a symbolism of lost love.
And she regretted when she realised that she was actually and still is in love with him.
She waited for the never ending unrequited love to be answered,
She waited in hopes to hear the answer from him….
“If you are reading this, this is my answer and I regret not saying it you, I love you, it has always been and always will be ” she wrote with the hope that he will read for she knew she didn’t have much time left.
I was in his hands,they were soft.
I held his hands and took first steps.
I played with his hands.
They tickled me.
They beat me.
They caressed me.
With time, it changed.
They put mine into another.
At that moment they were calloused.
Now holding his within mine
They were wrinkled.
Cherishing the memories
I shared with him.
I held his, longing to hold it forever.