What would it be like

What would it be like to meet you once again. Long after the Grim Reaper had wielded its scythe, after the dreams have come apart at the seams. You and me, so near yet so far. What would it be like to behold those alluring eyes, and then touch the tears inside. What would it be like to live those harrowing nights, to see you writhe when the fracas goes on. And you die a slow painful death every night with your heart bleeding inside you.

My life for you R

dear R,

you would be surprised to know that i don't remember you...that term is strictly reserved for the dead, departed, bygones, belated, extincts and forgotten...but you still live in me...

i can still hear your voice floating through the air to touch my face...i can see your dreams dancing with joy and happiness...i can still feel your touch of warmth, care and love...i can still discern your countless emotions...and i can still feel your pain...the pain which you shared with me...the pain which made you a damsel in distress...

but i hate myself for not being able to be your knight in shining armor...

you have gifted me with a bouquet of vivid memories...i would be able to cherish it even after i would be remembered...but i was incapable of dispersing even a single moment of innumerable beatitude...but you still live in me...cause for a king, you were my Princess...

and just like the Trashcan Man said..."My life for you Cibola"...