Chapter One: The Story of a Broken Heart; Part 1
I walk endlessly down the road, I cannot cry no more for the sorrow I feel is too profound, too deep. I look up and see the scattered clouds partially dim the littered stars, tormenting the knowledge that I could never have again the love that I had and lost. I see the crescent moon staring down at me with pity, reminding of the warm and gentle smile on the face I know I could not find in anyone anymore. I turn my face away from that harsh reality, only to be greeted by a cold breeze that seemed like a blow to my already bruised self. Shivering, I pull my jacket tighter around me, forming a barricade that would keep me from the numbing agony creeping through my entire being. And I have have to accept that destiny, that I've lost her.
Hollow. Yes, this is what I am and what I will be for the rest of my life. For I am void of the love that was in the palm of my hands and now gone. It has started to rain and as I continue my pace and with every step, I know I leave my footprints behind, only to be washed away by the showers. I shall never look back...but i know i can't. I'm deluding myself.
For each time i look at her again, her beauty astonishes me. And just looking at her only added to the throbbing pain inside me, the agony of losing the exquisite creature that was once mine. Then it all comes back to me. I can still remember that night, right here. It was here who played witness to our first kiss, that heeded to our whispers of love as we declared souls to each other. It was a night filled with promises of a lifetime together. Our promise that was sealed with the kiss of life and the cry of the wind.
I cannot find disdain or contempt in myself but only questions . . .and hope. I am hoping that she still remembers, hoping for my love, for a thousand lifetimes together. It was impossible. I bury my face in my hands, the jacket forgotten as I unconsciously loosen my grip and let it out of my hands, granting it the freedom as it flew with the wind.
A wrenched cry of tormented anguish tears from my chest as the realization strike me. An invisible barrier stands between us, keeping me paralyzed and unable to cross the small distance to get to her again.
Disappointment was written all over my face. I gave her my love and it was hers forever.
I love her. I loved her.
I need to know . . . please just tell me, I begged silently. These words would most probably never reach her in a million years.
"Will there still be a place for me in your heart? Even the smallest space will do."
And there is no denying it, the candle of my love for her still burns bright and I know it will never fade.
A flame would not live without air and die when it drinks.
Her goodbye still echoes through my heart.
Chapter One:
The Story of a Broken Heart, Part One
Broken Mirrors
Post script
I write the Broken Mirrors for Yanxuan, Gwen, Meihsin and my friends.
posted by eimerz @ 11:15 PM
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Keep up the good work.
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