There was a boy

Who loved too soon,

With a kind heart

And an easy smile.

There was a girl

Who guarded her heart,

With high flying dreams

And twinkling brown eyes.

There was a love

That never took off

Like a Song unsung,

Like a tale untold.

When all is said and done,

There is a Glimmer of light,

A flicker of hope

At the end of each deep dark tunnel

That edges us on.

Oft times  so small

So easily missed,

So easily ignored,

But there it remains.

My life was a tiny boat

Upon a sea at low tide,

Nodding and bobbing

Among friendly waves…

Then you came along,

And Disrupted what I’d carefully built.

For a while, all was well,

The waves were calm and placid

My boat kept bobbing on,

In search of new horizons,

Sandy shores and lovely people.

One day, there was a wave

That came up all at once

Threw my little boat

Flat out on some rocks.

It blew leaks,

Its paint blistered,

It broke in half,

It sank to the bottom.

My first best friend

He had jet black hair and wide dark brown eyes. His skin was pale and silky smooth, his jaw tapered to a discernible pointed chin. He once told me that he wished he had dark tanned skin like mine. I was surprised. I had always wanted to look like him.

He was a boy I went to elementary school with. He was kind and sweet. We used to play together in the little playground under the building where we both lived. I used to hang from monkey bars because someone had once told me that that would make me grow tall. He always used to stand under, ready to catch me if I fell.

We went to school together, did homework together, played and read together. Our mothers used to joke that they’d have to literally pry us apart with a crowbar if we spent any more time together. I think he was my first best friend.

He always had a smile for me. Even the last time I visited him in the hospital, when his insides were Churned and ruined by cancer and chemotherapy, even when his eyelids were droopy from pain and fatigue, there was a smile on his face. When I cried, he held my hand. When I was leaving, he gave me a charm bracelet off his wrist. When I asked what that was for, he said, “so you’ll remember me when I’m not there”.

His funeral was a low-key affair. His parents looked sad and worn out. His mother hugged me close and kissed my hair when I went up to pay my respects. I wanted him to have something to remember me by as well. I had brought a book we had read together. As I left it by his side, I looked into his face. He looked like he had before, before the illness that took him. He looked happy and peaceful.

I still miss him.

I wish I were a star

Twinkling and shining,

Viewing the Universe

From a heavenly abode.

I wish I were a moon

Traversing the same paths

Over and over,

Finding solace

In the same beaten path.

I wish I were

A sliver of cosmic dust

Free and able

To Explore the cosmos

Fearless and alone.

Spring

Radiant is the sun

Clear and warm the day

Blue skies and not a cloud

Bright and sweet is the morn.

The light through the trees

Shine smooth and golden

The swing sets in the park

Full of kids and laughter.

The dew drops on the grass

The new shoots on the plants

The wildflowers looking up

Tell me Spring’s finally here.