it rains

Claude Monet

Under the Lemon Trees

I miss you

In poetry we say:

I heard the song you love

At Cafe last night

We used to listen to it together, We used to smile, talk and drink wine

I remembered

And felt pressure on my chest

Others saw a sad face

But I felt ten-ton truck which was smashed

In the shadowed tomb, where silence weeps,

Juliet sips the poison deep.

Her love, now lost, a ghostly flame,

A whisper in the void of pain.

The poison’s kiss, a bitter wine,

Spreads through her veins like creeping vines.

Each heartbeat slows, a mournful toll,

A bell that chimes for her lost soul.

Her breath, a fragile wisp of smoke,

Escapes her lips with every choke.

Her heart, a shattered glassy sphere,

Reflects her lover's image clear.

The world grows dim, a fading light,

A twilight fall to endless night.

Her love, a ship that’s lost at sea,

Drowned in waves of agony.

The poison’s grip, a serpent’s coil,

Tightens ‘round her in silent toil.

Her body, cold, a marble form,

A statue carved in love’s forlorn.

She feels the loss, a hollow ache,

An echo in a heart that breaks.

Her life, a thread that’s cut too soon,

A star that falls beneath the moon.

In death’s embrace, she finds her peace,

A quiet end, a sweet release.

Yet still, her love, a phantom’s kiss,

Haunts the shadows, dark abyss.

For those who’ve lost their heart’s desire,

Know Juliet’s pain, the soul’s dark fire.

A love that’s lost, a life that’s torn,

A sorrow deep as night’s forlorn.

i forgot how lovely the sun feels on my skin, how peaceful the wind sounds when it dances through the leaves of nearby trees, how joyful it is to run my fingers through the fur of stray cats and hear them purr in delight.

i forgot how beautiful the world is.

i forgot how lovely the sun feels on my skin, how peaceful the wind sounds when it dances through the leaves of nearby trees, how joyful it is to run my fingers through the fur of stray cats and hear them purr in delight.

i forgot how beautiful the world is.