Things Left Unsaid

We say “Past is past” but is it really? Does it really ever go away? Or do we leave traces of ourselves back there that keep connecting with us? It seems that we leave a part of ourselves, a version of what we used to be, in the past, to dwell, to pine, to long for what could have been. This exquisite, haunting post about the past is written by a friend of mine. He knows how to write beautifully. His words, like a pensive tune, echo in your mind long after you’ve read them.


The Sublime Ombre

Lovers, blending into each other

Fading into each other

Touching the sky, diving into an abyss

Etching each other’s memories with these moments

These moments

That are forever

But oh-so-fleeting! 

I don’t know when I wasn’t me anymore. 

I had lost myself somewhere 

In the abyss or the sky

I don’t know. 

But it doesn’t matter. 

For I was lost in your embrace. 

The summer hides deep within 

The winter

The icy chill engulfs

The refreshing breeze 

Trapping it

Choking it

Blindfolding it

There’s no way out. 

It’s a dead end. 

But who cares?

For we are lovers 

Blending into each other

Fading into each other

To the tune of the sublime ombre of love. 

Plain Old-Fashion Affection

I’d like some plain old-fashion affection please.

I want you to show it to me in the wildest, steamiest, most carnal way possible.

I want you to hold me like I’d dissipate into the air if you don’t, and make me feel loved, wanted, needed like there isn’t another being on earth that you can replace me with.

I want you to claim the love that I’ve been keeping for you in my heart, in my soul, in the very fabric of my being.

It’s yours my love, take it. Take it and take me to the realm of our dreams, to the world where the life we imagined to spend together is a reality. Where you and I are One Whole, for all eternity.

I’m waiting. 


Waiting since the dawn of time, till the end of days.