To close, to say that I didn’t see you
Yet so far that is only mirage of you.
So close, yet so unfortunately far
To tell you how I am falling apart.
So close, that I can feel you
And almost see you
And faintly sense your aroma
feeling your presence, even in a coma
Yet so far that I can’t grasp you
Nor contemplate that eternal beauty
That once led me to love you,
Your essence, which I still hold fondly
In heart and mind, that’s why I’m always wishing if only.
So distant yet so close
like the fading memory of a rose
that once laid unopposed
but now has become my deepest loss
in a fight the devil once proposed.
As for your love I would even give my soul,
Even if it meant becoming eternally cold,
As I knew your warmth would ignite me bold.
How foolish I was to believe his disguise of old,
As it was all a lie, and you further drifted into a fold
Little did I know it was all of you I had sold.
So now here I lay staring down the well,
To see if my heart can feel your presence,
Or hear some cries that can’t tell me your well,
Because since then I can’t feel your aroma’s essence.
So close that your love I can’t let die,
Yet so far that alone feels my heart,
Even though it was me who fell for the lie,
That keeps us now, forever apart.
Just know that my regret I will never deny
And will search for ways even if I must defy
The heavens and Cronus, committing the immortal crime
Of waiting and searching for you, for endless time.
By: Jan M. Ramos