Three Final Notes
1.
with eyes closed,
i witnessed my own pair of eyes
setting free millions of fireflies,
like leaves bidding farewell to it’s trees.
the fireflies gathered at the tips
of my fingers and planted their last kiss
before taking flight, glittering the night sky
the fireflies fled far and wide
in search for your eyes.
eyes closed for another pair of closed eyes.
conspired by nature and night.
and you thought the fireflies
that flew into your eyes formed a dream,
the one you kept guessing the meaning of.
but in time you will know,
whenever a firefly lands on petals of your cheeks
that very moment it is i whom you think of.
2.
suddenly i was able to understand
everything that visited my eyes
even the ones that i thought were dreams
suddenly i was in love
exceeded all the fallen loves
that have hurt my chest. yet
when i want to say this to your ears
i no longer have a voice,
when i want to say this to your eyes
i no longer have the light.
3.
slowly water seeps within the pores of my skin
forming small rivers in my body
a river in search of caves in my chest
looking for the sea that was once occupied by
thousands of your tiny fish
right before my eyes were shut
and the coffin was closed,
the rivers overflowed,
evaporated into the vast sky,
the one you always gaze up to
while biting your own lip
to stop the tears from falling,
because you don’t want to seen weaker
than the sky in the months of rain
don’t worry. you and the sky
will get by the grief
you cried from my death.
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