Realm of Possibilities

The Hello

Today a single flower,

lies in the remains of

A plentiful meadow,

One, where many used to sway.

The Meetings

Oft, the flower,

Used to bump into

Another flower's grace,

With mellowed laughter.

The Distance

The flower doesn't know,

If it is mere hallucination,

Or if it actually sees another flower,

At the brink of the horizon; or beside him.

The Pain

It wants to go and check,

But the frailty of its form,

Prevents a clear passage,

Making its heart shriek in grief.

The Loneliness

The flower only lives,

Upon memories of times past,

But remembering them,

Only continues to wither it.

The Question

Is the spot beside the flower,

Really starting to bustle with life?

Or is it just another memory,

Which continues to wither it away?

Why have I?

Why have I;

Cut you off?

Tortured myself?

Saddened you?

Why have I;

Never braved up?

Never confessed?

Never fought back?

Why have I;

Not apologized?

Not helped?

Not forgiven?

Why have I;

Loved?

Regretted?

Felt empty?

Why have I;

Cried?

Smiled?

Remained neutral?

Why have I;

Behaved rashly?

Not done what I want?

Not done what they wanted?

Some whys are painful,

Some whys bring remorse,

Some whys tear one up,

Some whys kill.

Escape?

Did you escape?

I had seen you then,
When you stood in front of him.

He, who brought out the worst of bitterness in you.

He, who left you beaten up when all you did was love.

He, who killed your soul while you lived....

So tell me did you escape?

Or did you descend into that same realm of vulnerability?

And left me to weep alone?