YOU WERE NO LONGER THERE

Poem composed on February 22, 2009

Sitting in the gloom
I find my heart bloom
As I caught your smile
And your twinkling eyes

I look up to the sky
To feel the drizzle
On my face they sizzle
I guess even Heaven cry

I returned my gaze
But you were no longer there
I looked around me, everywhere
But all I see was clouds of haze

Where are you?
When did you disappear?
Where have you gone to?
Will you re-appear?

Your face grayish blur
Your eyebrows as light as fur
Your shadow vanishing
Your presence evaporating

I couldn’t find you anywhere
From the fog of emotion I struggled to rise
And in momentary clarity I realized
That yes, you were once there

You were smiling at me from there
When the x-trail slipped and swirled
And landed right where you were
Everything else after was a wind whirl

The illusionary illustration before me now
Is merely your lingering shadow
The occurrences that fate has allowed
Left most of us sorrow and hollow

The mood of the poem followed the drizzling gloom of the sky… Had it been a sunny day, I would have written something cheerful… But it was ‘twilighting’ into the night, plus drizzling… and the caresses of the music was jazzy melancholic… so the story of the poem followed that a person had an illusion of sitting together with that special someone, but the sight of that special someone quickly disappeared in the misty and blurry sunset. The person awaken the mind into momentary alertness in search of that special someone and realized that it was just a scene from the past; the person was supposed to have coffee with that special someone at that place but an accident happened and the emptiness of the soul creates a lingering shadow of that special person in extension the action in the form of illusion, something that reality cannot continue. The end of the poem is generalized to provoke our thoughts on cruel occurrences that fate has allowed to happen that left us sorrow and hollow…

And stop guessing please, no one present then had such an incident… This is purely imagination… People always think that poetry reflects the person’s personal life, but… no… we’re poets… we’re writers… we’re deceivers… we’re rich in imagination… So just enjoy…