You told me that the unlit flame lingers
even when all that’s left of a furnace
are black cinders;
the ashes would live on to tell the story–
Thank you for giving me that splendid glimpse
of the inevitable loss
and the ungrasped beauty of forever.
We were once peeking into preludes:
hallways of no return
and rooms of empty echoes
yet all we ever discovered
is the sheer strength of our curiosity–
an uncalled-for idiocy that surpasses all feared consequences.
and somehow i am grateful
that my eyes would never be blinded by the same, sad darkness
for it was you who took away my sight
so that i could embrace
the breath-taking jumps to the unknown.