Lost in Direction
by Mark Jhon Cardoza Oxillo
The wooden seat was left empty for us to sit,
While the wind blew hard like a storm's about to hit,
But unlike the wind, you're calm, quite the opposite,
And the connection between us just can't trasmit.
I wore the same jewel that you gave me months ago.
Back then, we're happy, there's love between me and you.
Like Disney characters on a picturesque view,
We've shared memories together and nothing felt blue.
"I'll never leave you" was one of your statements,
But everything has changed, turned into fragments.
You've lost interest, can't contain all of my sentiments.
I don't know how to get out from these predicaments.
I can't fathom you leaving me so easily.
You used to make jokes to make me laugh loudly,
But now, the joke's not funny, it makes me weepy,
And happiness has turned into insanity.
There's no sign, never expected this to happen.
It really hurt me so bad like I was smitten.
Tearful eyes were the only thing I can attain.
How I wish these drops of rain will cure all the pain.
As the rain dropped, you stood and held my hands so tight.
Seconds passed and we're pictured in that dolesome sight,
Unclenched our hands, we were out of words to recite.
You turned your back at me and never glanced just right.
You walked languidly, took the road less travelled by,
I took the other way under a gloomy sky.
As we parted ways, heavy rain fell from up high,
And that's our prosaic but remarkable goodbye.
I thought I've lost you, but 'twas a misconception,
I lost me, it was such a late realization.
One thing that I have learned from this tribulation
Was finding myself from being lost in direction.
oOo
