These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

smallville…


I’m remembering my kryptonite
The one who is gone miles away from here
But still
Echoes of music and memories, of tears and sometimes despair…
Of warmth, of joy
and of love beyond the usual…

I’m remembering him with pain in my heart
Wishing so much that I could just turn away
and let life’s waters erase this unfathomable yearning

I long to find answers to my every why
To go on and live,
Knowing he’s but a part of another lifetime –
A past that I cannot bring back
Or a future that I cannot count on.

I long to move on
and bid goodbye one last time to
a friend who seems to be
forever gone.
But not yet.
Not to my kryptonite…
That one person whom I’m always remembering.

- 26th October 2004
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