someday we'll meet again
but not in the same cold, heavy atmosphere
still you can weep on my shoulder
like you used to
and I will be hugging you tightly
like I always do.

the ticking of the clock seems to stop
not knowing how long will I
wait to see you one more time,
to hear your voice in heaven
as we rekindle them-
our everlasting moments.

we'd bring them back to life
like how we spent our lonely days
with just mirth in our crystal eyes
and tranquility all over
although they were short-lived
ephemeral the time it seemed,
I could never and would never
forget how your lips formed
into a smile I could never forget
how those irises gleamed
through the darkness as the poor sky
then suddenly faded

you,
you were the soul I could never forget

this I tend to believe,
that someday we'll meet again
somewhere far away from here
beneath the mundane skies
above the clouds so white
where your wings will come in sight,
where your soul will come to life.

-c.v.