Remiss

She sits by the shade of a broken tree,
with some lost fondness,
she opens a little black book. 
Curling around the thin ribbon colored red,
stuck at the top end with her index finger, 
she places it right in the middle of that book. 
From the edge where I stand
it looks like a simple diary
but well numbered with depths of her jotted thoughts. 

Lost in her vivid times of life, 
she gets a red shinny pen out from her wrecked purse
as she places her purse aside
again, I get to see those chipped words 
which read 'Rekindle the Love'. 
May be,
I wished for her to stop and look around. 
Or for her to just know,
I watch her everyday like it's the first time.

But as I see her write on that eight inch book,
I never fail to realize what her purse meant
and why was red her color. 

when I first met Cara, 
world seemed to be the most bountiful place ever in years. 
Birds filled the sky, 
trees swayed along the shore,
sand shined pure gold out,
water sparkled like little diamonds floating over the edge.
It was an aesthetic day to fall in love. 

We were in a perfect place,
where no noise could obtrude,
where we finally had found the secret glue that held things gentle together. 

But one night our bed caught fire
All of a sudden,
the munificent world seemed very bewildering. 
We clenched our fists a million times before parting our ways
It was a long ride that day,
we had a lot going on, 
but it sure was my last shot. 

I really wasn't trying to smother Cara's life
I was trying to make mine breathable. 
Oh, how I loved the sound of her voice. 

Falling away through the journey of darkness,
she tries to end the walk.
Little did she know, 
it wasn't an end but a start of new red, yellow crisp pages. 
Her mesmerizing eyes,
could tell she was aching,
but she had a plan
to never be apprehensive. 

I, on the other hand? 
I wanted to wake up when this was over. 
I never knew how lost I was until I met her,
until I saw her again.
Oh, how I loved to surrender myself in her arms.  
Yes, she could still steer my beating heart
but I chose to carry the weight of a lone heart instead. 

And as ever, I decide to not apprehend with
And decide to walk remissly,
on the road full of after lament. 

She was everything to me.