Dried petals

#40

I was the
person who
spent their
days waiting
for love and
daydreaming
about it .
I thought that
when love
will finally
arrive , it'll be
wearing the
colours of
blissful spring .
I thought that
it'll knock at
my door ever
so softly ,
bringing the
warmth of
summer , and
the beauty of
winter along .
I pictured it as
the one that
lives on the
pages of
novels , for
in the end I
only knew
one love ;
which the sun
and the moon
share .
so this kind of
love wherein
you are miles
and miles away
from me , I
certainly wasn't
familiar with.
this love, pushes
me every
night when I
can't get drunk
on your voice ,
or get lost in
your eyes just
to find my way
back into your
arms , to wonder
how did we fall in
the first place .
this love , my
darling,  drives
me to the verge
of madness
where I'm left
with the silence
to mimic my
own screams ,
it plays with the
cords of my
emotions,  yet
my heart never
stops saying
your name over
and over again .
and I find myself
tucking your
smile in the
space that lies
between every
letter .
for babe , if I
can't keep
you by my side
,then  I'll lock you
in each poem
these hands
write down .