Softness

I looked into your eyes and saw them shine with a softness--and in that moment of warm tenderness, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as a wave of nostalgia came crashing into the present shore.

That softness--I have seen it, I have felt it before. I saw it turned hard and cold with time; and how in return, it turned mine into sadness--as I shed tears longing for that tenderness to come back.

It never did.

Shooting Star

We lay together on the dock, underneath the dark sky speckled with shining white dots, listening to the calming sound of the moving water gently hitting the stone, sand, and whatever solid land they could reach for. The cold wind blowing from the sea to the land, making me shiver a bit as I pulled myself closer to you. And just as I blinked, two streaks of light shot through the sky. I held my breath in mild disbelief, wondering if I've really seen what I see.

"Make a wish!" you said.

I took a deep breath and silently read the first thing that came into my mind.

"I wish this moment would last forever."

Happier

The first time you whispered softly into my ears, "I love you," I froze in disbelief for a few seconds; thinking of how impossible this could be, afraid of yet another false hope and empty words. But you said it time and again--these words a force, gently yet firmly pushing my doors to open. And when you're finally inside, I realize that I am capable of writing happier poems.