There is a place in the heart that will never be filled

It is yet another year

So I try to count the losses I bear;

Not of gems and pleasures

But of relations I treasure.

There was a friend,

I loved her dearly

But as time played the role of sand;

And swayed her away from my hand

She is too distant to be anymore,

my gleaming lamp of Aladdin.

As I behold the Bible she gifted

resting on my lap,

I miss the times when she had my back;

Yet I moved on

A girl I met in 8^th grade

Fragile and lone she was

Firmly clinging to my Olive leaf

She confided in me through thick and thin.

A swirling roller coaster our friendship was

It went up and down

But came all the way round

As gullible and hateful as she was

The ride came to a halt.

The roller coaster stopped,

But I moved on

My mother’s family is close to my heart

And closest was the man

whom I revered more than my dad.

A man of his words,

he was my guardian angel

He inspired our philosophies of life

But death patronized suffering

And I willed myself to move on

The nonchalant strolls of a charming boy

had secretly made way to my heart

A mere fleeting glance intoxicated every part

of my miserable scarred senses

Babbling gibberish talks all day

I would go mute, cold as clay

on the sight of his distant silhouette

Oh my, how the heart did sway!

But as the bubble of infatuation 

burst out to reality,

I moved on.

And with all these people I leave behind,

a part of me is left behind

And as Charles Bukowski said

"There is a place in the heart that will never be filled"

Thus, I shall move on.