Ein.

I.

We were looking at the skies, counting the infinite passing clouds, the only things keeping our heads up; maybe that’s why they said we had our heads in the clouds, like every other dreamer. The clouds are part of our world. They never die, they never leave. They are permanent, infallible, unconditional, and eternal- like how true friendship was supposed to be, a real dream.

One day we will leave each other, perhaps we already have. You left me in the world of lost friendship to fend for myself and my world of clouds. Like the skies, we were always unpredictable; we wear different masks everyday, just simply for the moment. The slight difference made a true break; we are not infinite like the clouds of yesterday, today and tomorrow, we never were, never will be. Maybe by chance, we will float by each other but recognition is no longer a part of my dictionary.

II.

It was a chemical reaction, an idea for the sensibilities, the instant collision of two stars, once believed to be happening once in an eternity. Like the pendulum effect, we are connected, linked, and inseparable. The threads of time pull us towards each other, locking us in an eternal bond. Have you heard, my dear, the people who love you never really leave?

The threads of time spread far and wide, linking yesterday with today and today with tomorrow, connecting you and me with the soft beats in our hearts, synchronized, memorized, decoded. What happens when you leave permanently, maybe the world will end on my behalf, and maybe the sun will never rise again? The thought of “maybe” alone is heart wrenching, it’s like staring at a sea of stars, fervently trying to count them all, holding a hidden know that you will never be done, infinite. Infinite stars, infinite possibilities. It’s like shivering in awe of the unknown, the fear, the anxiety, and yet, the conviction that even if everything turns to stardust, we can never be apart.

This is the first of a random series of poems that lost their verses. :/