longing
Losing someone you loved dearly will break your heart, but they will live always in that broken heart.
pencil sketch by dsnake1
longing
We were night owls. We worked hard, partied hard after dark. We pub crawled, we drank. We loved the booming bass lines of live bands, the husky, sultry serenades of sexy songbirds. We loved bright shirts, loud colours, and sometimes we weren't sure which smell was stronger on our polyester, the cologne or the alcohol.
But above all, above us, we loved watching the stars. I tried to tell her that stars are just balls of fire, tried to explain to her about light years and the doppler effect and such. It's not very romantic. And she just smiled. To her, the stars are just jewels in the sky, mysteries not to be solved. So I just tried to point out to her, the Dog Star, the Big Dipper, and the stories behind the names, with what limited knowledge of the stars that I had. We would sit at the breakwaters, the piers, at the esplanade, the beaches, or the benches of city parks, looking up, sometimes her head on my shoulders.
But no more. She passed on, you see, a star herself, snuffed out. Is there a star less then? I can't tell, there are too many. Maybe the stars mirror us. A star extinguishes, someone loses a loved one. Maybe there are other star-crossed lovers like us, over the dark expanses, looking up at their night skies. Maybe there are wars being fought out there. Maybe the light I saw, was us a lifetime before.
if i could pluck the stars
put them in a jar
will you come back to me?
11/04/2013
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Drop's - ζε [moonlight]
Β© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021
longing
We were night owls. We worked hard, partied hard after dark. We pub crawled, we drank. We loved the booming bass lines of live bands, the husky, sultry serenades of sexy songbirds. We loved bright shirts, loud colours, and sometimes we weren't sure which smell was stronger on our polyester, the cologne or the alcohol.
But above all, above us, we loved watching the stars. I tried to tell her that stars are just balls of fire, tried to explain to her about light years and the doppler effect and such. It's not very romantic. And she just smiled. To her, the stars are just jewels in the sky, mysteries not to be solved. So I just tried to point out to her, the Dog Star, the Big Dipper, and the stories behind the names, with what limited knowledge of the stars that I had. We would sit at the breakwaters, the piers, at the esplanade, the beaches, or the benches of city parks, looking up, sometimes her head on my shoulders.
But no more. She passed on, you see, a star herself, snuffed out. Is there a star less then? I can't tell, there are too many. Maybe the stars mirror us. A star extinguishes, someone loses a loved one. Maybe there are other star-crossed lovers like us, over the dark expanses, looking up at their night skies. Maybe there are wars being fought out there. Maybe the light I saw, was us a lifetime before.
if i could pluck the stars
put them in a jar
will you come back to me?
11/04/2013
**********
Drop's - ζε [moonlight]
Β© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2021
Labels: 80's, 90's, haibun, longing, loss, love, lovesongs, Singapore, stars
posted by dsnake1 at 12:18 AM
13 Comments:
I think I have read this before. Worth revisiting! Beautiful and moving.
Sheβs in your heart and you remember hers and your love together so wonderfully. I appreciate you sharing it.
Rosemary,
Yes, this was posted before, but it was not getting much views. I thought it was worth posting again. :)
Su-sieee,
Thank you! :)
Sort of sad, so many stars, would one be missed?
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Thank you, Jim!
Maybe not, most probably not, but in one's heart, one will know. :)
What a tribute. I'll check the stars tonight.
So sad. Losing that special person is heartbreaking. Hugs !
Brother Ollie,
π
Please do!
Rall,
Thanks for the hugs! π
How tender and loving. My fav part is where you 'explain' about stars and she just smiles.
Thank you, Debi! :)
It makes me think of how sometimes when love falls into our laps, we get caught up in trying to parse the logic of it all instead of enjoying the miraculous poetry it is. Also the line, "Maybe the light I saw, was us a lifetime before" hit hard. Gorgeous, gorgeous haibun. I think it's one of my favorites of your writing.
In dreams and in poems we can always pluck the stars, put them in jars, and enjoy then as many of us enjoyed fireflies when we were children. There's something about that subtle light...
Rommy,
When one's in love, one tends to forget that the love is the poetry itself.
Some starlight that reaches us can be very old. I like to think that we once existed in another star system a long time ago. :)
Magical Mystical Teacher,
Yes, as if we can hold fire in our hands... :)
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