Dear beloved

dear beloved, i wrote a letter to you
through this weathered time, the few things i never said
abiding in the hoax of seeing you again
tears down my neck, oh how could i forget
amidst everything we see, a fine line weaves,
where yearnings and reality dance like autumn leaves

lurking in the cascades of chaos,
your voice is still the one i hear.
And i still look for you to find what's real
every time i think of you, a little more i heal
u've been like the light in the midst of strife
And i hope i'll say this to you in some other life

Might i have been the one to calm the storm
Might i have been the one to keep you warm
Might i have been the one to light your way
Would you have stayed?
Would you have been ok?
Would you?

Silently, i scream out loud in this hue,
all the things i never said,
the things that fill me with dread.
So, i'll keep writing even if you're gone,
hoping you'll get my message from the blue.
Oh dear beloved, i wrote a letter to u,
hoping that it will find its way through.

Author's Note

For someone from beyond, you wish to see in another life.

Reviews

[not your muse]

thanks for the read request, grace. enjoyed the read.
my version:

everytime i think of you i drown
unable to go for the kill
knowing fully well this could be our last run-down

you didn't let me in
your cloak so here i am
standing outside like a clown

but i'm still here
waiting for you
to unpiece the pieces of you
that you choose to hide under your shawl

[grace]

I really appreciate you for taking part in this! These words are so beautiful and i just can feel them. They fully have the essence of what i tried to write down in my poem. Thank you so much.

[E.P. Robles]

I was thinking: Each time you cross my mind, I find myself submerged,
Incapable of taking decisive action,
Aware that this might be our final downfall.

You barred me entry,
Your concealment leaving me exposed,
I linger outside, resembling a fool.

Yet, I persist,
Patiently awaiting your embrace,
Yearning for you to reveal the fragments of yourself,
Concealed beneath the shelter of your shawl.

[grace]

These are so beautiful and you made it even better! I am so thankful for you to take part in this. I wish i could just pin this to come and read it whenever i want to.

[not your muse]

i beg to differ with "you made it even better", grace. while i do acknowledge that they did a good job expressing what i expressed in a more refined way that most people can resonate with, except me :p. but one thing is missing, and that's what i value most: the fun part, which is conveying things in an unusual way. i like that: concealed beneath the shelter of your shawl.

[E.P. Robles]

Yo, gotta say, your "made it even better" vibe, Grace, it's cool and all. They nailed expressing what I spat out, all classy and relatable for the masses, except yours truly, haha. But here's the sitch, something's missing, and what I vibe with most is the fun factor, you feel me? Like, spicing things up with a twist. I'm all about that: hiding stuff beneath the cozy vibes of your shawl, you know?

[grace]

I didn't mean that you made a blade of grass versions better. Everyone's way of conveying things is different and i respect both of you for that. What i meant is by being the part of this, you both made this whole thing better! So thank you for that.

[E.P. Robles]

I am okay. Sorry. I was writing another poem I just posted. Thank you so very much for texting. I love it so much to reach out to others that write.

[willweb]

That was nice. I am sure many can relate to these thoughts, the longing to say things to someone we just never got the chance to do.

[grace]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem! Yeah, i know it's really sad, and i want people to know that they can still say everything they could never say through writing. It's really filling. And so, i wrote this for them not to feel alone.