Kaye is a freelance writer and a digital content producer. She revels in expressing herself through scribbling poems, and narratives.
I choose you, but your constant choice is another.
Time had stopped
And all I knew
Is that the entire thing
Will be of ache and hurting.
My eyes met the blurry,
Dim vision yet was true
Till tears welled up.
Then my sight was slurry
But I still can see through
How your smiles were so bright,
Like you felt responsible to relive
This world’s stolen happiness.
There came the deafening silence,
But I still can hear you
As your voices took flight
While mine got slowly bereaved
And my breakdown went ceaseless.
I winced in pain
And everything I felt
Was so real—
How my chest was too tight
It seemed to explode,
And my eyes,
Worn-out of tears.
I took you by the hand
And I touched hers,
I looked you in the eye
And I saw hers.
Where am I?
Whisper in my head.
There was no answer.
Just an image of you and me,
Slowly fading away,
Part by part turning into grains,
Little objects I can never anymore grasp
Sands of time I can never ever piece back.
Yes, my heart strongly desired,
But too bad, fate doesn’t care
About the petty stare
What it wants, it does
Apathetic to the pain it may bring.
I was on my knees,
As my world stopped
I was on my knees
When my eyes shut—
But did not see black.
You know what I saw?
I saw how your lips
Perfectly placed on hers
I saw how your hands
Impeccably fitted on hers
I saw how your eyes
Passionately searched for hers.
And what I saw that you didn’t:
Was me who lost her meaning
Lost her humanity
Lost her sanity
Lost her love.
I was shattered
Into countless pieces,
With no one
To collect them.
And this—
This is where we ended.
© 2017 Kaye Aranda
