Lines for J -Ruel S.de Vera
You tell me
that i take my writing
too seriously,
too intensely,
that all i think about is pain.
But i know that you too
have felt the strain
of staining the sorrow
in every single scene.
"It is a way of seeing"
you say,
it is the loneliness
in every letter,
our lives cleaved
by the lines
of a peom, dialogue,
celluloid crescents
or of some other sacred
sleeve of a soul we cling.
Even now, these moments
become trinkets
which are no longer,
but could have been, mine:
like old friends
like word left unsaid.
that i take my writing
too seriously,
too intensely,
that all i think about is pain.
But i know that you too
have felt the strain
of staining the sorrow
in every single scene.
"It is a way of seeing"
you say,
it is the loneliness
in every letter,
our lives cleaved
by the lines
of a peom, dialogue,
celluloid crescents
or of some other sacred
sleeve of a soul we cling.
Even now, these moments
become trinkets
which are no longer,
but could have been, mine:
like old friends
like word left unsaid.