In a blink of an eye

In a blink of an eye, we had met a long time ago. That is what it felt like when I first caught a glimpse of you in your deep, dark eyes. Somehow, in a world where everything is fleeting, you managed to tie my thoughts into a bunch of clouds and simply attached them to my heart. The way you lifted my spirits to the heavens and pulled me back to the earth's crust with your longing gaze. While my feet felt like pebbles turned to boulders on the beaches resting by the coast, you made yourself appear like the wind I see that grazes along the flowers that move in your direction. I cannot blame those flowers that want to be with your touch, your dimpled cheeks. You, the very thing that lifts my hands to my chest. You, the very thing that made the world encrusted with the sunsets. You, the very thing that made everything lighter and easier for my ease. When you rest your head upon my body, like mountains standing joyfully before God's creations down below. We felt like the world owed us the universe for us to be happy. You look out onto the world, your eyes glittering like the reflection of the sunset waters, in marvel at the world around you. Then, there are the days when your eyes looked dark, like the days we had to hide from the world. Your glitter in your eyes is trapped in a bottle in the deepest parts of your soul. You once shared it with me, and I kept it dear to my heart, like a treasure in its cave. You forgot about it, but I still have it. So close it remains to my heart that I become sordid towards the fear of it being lost. Those days of life, those days of beginnings and blank pages left written were long ago. Your eyes became glassy like the windowsills you look upon every day. The hands that loved my touch eventually lightened to lilies that you kept close by, festering and swindling to the organic elements. So much joy in that treasure still. And still, it was not enough. It was never enough. Time was not kind to us, for it constricted the number of days I would look into your loving eyes, your sombre lips as you counted down the days of the calendar that was pinned upon your wall. With each passing day, so did the petals upon your windowsill. Snow fluttered atop the rooftop, like lashes on your face when you choose to slumber upon your cozy bed. It was here that time became real, and it soon spiralled down like a labyrinth towards the ground. Who am I to believe that our togetherness would be cut so abruptly and without warning. You, the very thing that touched my soul. You, the very thing that fills my days. You, the very thing that made the world bearable. You, the very being that holds the secrets to my world. Soon enough, those lilies would spring beside you in solid formation, their petals beckoning to the wind to tell you the secrets that it has held from the world. Its price: your being. Humming through the windows, your lashes would fall slumber upon your bed, while I fight the hums outside. You, the one who fought these hums and drums and beatings within your heart, as I swallow your being with my arms. How melodic the music sounded from your window while I grasped your hands and face. How warm it was when I first touched it, and how cold it was when I last felt it. How much more of my time will I fight these hums for you? Your eyes, still full of light and being, still graciously pulled itself to the world around it. It still continued to be gracious, even in the darkest of times. How much I love seeing you wake up in the mornings with a smile on your face. The longing it fills me to see you so bright and radiant persists even to this day, when I feel the glow you emitted to my body. No amount of fireflies will amount to the light you are in this night. While I touch the petals of those lilies, or breathe the air that you inhaled, or see the window that you lovingly peer out of. You, your face that was once radiant. You, your eyes that were once beautiful. You, your once-welcoming lips. You, your hair that was once flowing. You, the one who stood brazenly fierce. You, the one who took the world into their palms. Here I am, lingering on to the time that is long gone. In a time when the fireflies dance with their own onto the night. Where the trees go with the light breeze in the sky. While the water moves with the current. How could I act accordingly with nature, when the one thing that made the world so beautiful, so wise, so precious, is the very thing that once lay upon my arms? The one who dreamed of stars and fireflies. The one who loved the lilies and the breeze. The one who lovingly gazed their eyes at the things they found so beautiful, yet so mystical. To heed my words, the world remained the same, while I changed so much. Here lies my words that remained too forlorn. While time did its duty in life, changing the trajectory of those who swore to find peace and love within themselves and with others. Must it be that when I finally found the one that made the world bearable and most livable, time snatched it away from me? You, who made my mornings bearable. You, who made the light more livable. You, who loved me so dearly with your presence. You, who once wandered in this lovely, cold world and made it amazing. You, who once entered my life in the stroke of an hour. You, who once left in the blink of an eye.