Where the pieces be

Where I stare to now,
Of the tears you shed,
Pleas you had made.

Things get broken.

You asked for a reason,
Its not that you never tried,
But something in you died.

You were lost to me.

I tried to understand,
Even when the dust has settled,
And the slice of pie has gone cold.

Many words left unspoken.

As the hot breath escapes me,
I breathe in deep the air around me,
I noticed the letter on the floor.

Hoping that one day the wounds would heal.

Torn halfway a ragged piece,
The anger of the words showed no peace,
Reflecting a hint of sanity’s eclipse.

Letting go of what was once precious.

I step out through the door,
Closing it gently as it creaks behind me,
The door is shut.

The room had been forgotten.
-A forgotten room

A long time ago, I made a wish, about someone who was precious to me. It was like a dream within a snow globe, perfect. But then upon sanity’s eclipse, the snow globe had fallen to the floor, shattered.

Many a tear was shed, a plea was made, but I guess I turned my back to the plea, though I still offered my comfort. Now, it’s been a long while, so I guess I’d take the time to reflect about it, and silently apologize for it was a failure on both sides.

The torn letters given to me remind me about how much was put into it, and what was lost, and filled with anger and hate.

Attempts at peace were not taken in well. That’s why; I left it all behind for the best, as a room that was best left forgotten. But of course, its part of my past, thus it can never be forgotten, it serves as a lesson, a scar. A memory of which I hold no regret, as I moved on, hoping that the other has.

Many lessons have been learnt since then; I’ve seen much more and took in more of the world’s light. For I must say, it is truly blinding.

As the light shines through the looking glass,
I notice the break within its center,
A change of direction.

It changes course.

It shines on the teddy on the floor,
Collecting dust from neglect,
Several coins lay around it.

What was the value of her intent?

Soft vibrations all around,
The wind chimes sound,
Blowing away the dust of old.

A reflection catches my attention.

I notice the gleam in the bear’s eye,
The expression seemed of warmth,
Yet the room was so cold.

What was it I had forgotten?

It feels soft within my hands.
So I put my arms around it.
It looks at me with conviction.

Remember the reason.

Her intent was something positive,
I had forgotten her touch.
I wondered why it was forgotten.

I had forgotten how to trust.
-Remembering myself.

As I think of the bears I’d been given in my time, I find it odd for a guy to get one, but I don’t recall how I got them all, and now I have so few left, most of them were lost, why they were lost I am unsure. Their collecting dust shows I’ve neglected them, and perhaps forgotten them.

She was always happy when I got them, I remember. All those who given them to me, all their faces seem a blur now, totally forgot. I wish I could remember all those who had given me gifts. An album where I could see the face with each gift I ever received. To be grateful for what I received.

She was all smiles when I was younger, and then she began to become less cheery and open as I got older. The world had taken its toil, sometimes slow, sometimes rapidly. It bore its weight down on her and she’d just break down. It tears me inside when she break’s down.

I guess I lost her often, because she had been hurt so many times, but I’ve gotten her back, with lots of determination. She was naïve, and always positive, until she got crushed one too many times, shrunk away into a cave, into the darkness, afraid to even feel. She lets few in, and even then, among those few, there were those who betrayed it. Who even, trampled upon her.

She is my innocence, and who is she? She is my sense of trust in people. It’s been hurt quite a few times, and yes she is one who feels a lot. I guess that’s why I am not that close to that many people, my true friends are few, my acquaintances are many. I guess for me, she is often left forgotten, and it’s so rare for her to truly trust someone.

And will she learn to trust more? I don’t know, my faith in my fellow man is skeptical; the only way to see how a person really is when the relationship is called into question or placed under strain, only then is it possible to see it for what it is. The world is full of masked faces, it’s so hard to tell, and honestly, it’s so hard to trust a masked face.

Can one judge another purely by look and first impressions? It takes time to trust another still, no matter how good an impression that person made. Of course that person would have peaked my interest, and I would like to understand them more. That’s when; I guess she comes out, out of the darkness, though warily and always ready to shrink back into the darkness never to return.

Those who’ve she’d let in, those angels over her shoulder where she can spread her wings without worry, those who have not let her down for so many years, I salute them. Those who are my closest, my true partners in life, I cherish them all, and look forward to so many more years.

The white feathers float slowly to the ground,
I look over and see,
The angels over my shoulder.

For all the wishes I’ve ever made.

Of the dreams within my head,
Of the love in my heart,
Of the smile upon my face.

Learning what it is to be happy.

Of the world’s light,
That fills our eyes,
And the joy’s we’ve had.

It’s glorious to see us all grow.

Cherishing that which is precious,
Beauty of the words spoke,
Bringing the feeling of content.

Is it too late to remind you?

Of the times even in silence,
How we enjoyed every bit,
For the lives we lived.

Doing the things we wanted to do.
-Cherish