There, if only for a moment
I wish I had never met you.
Seldom I reckon your lips
in the morning waves of my mind.
But now the oceanic solitude
lies still and so does my soul.
That, my love, is how yo tell a lie:
big words, some joined thesaurus magic.
I pray my heart to stop loving
for I suffer in your absence
and laughter has become nothing
if not a way to think about yours.
Here lies your picture
in my poor mind
for I remained a beggar of your love
even after you gave me the bliss of loneliness.