“The past draped about us like a cloak.” Diana Khoi Nguyen

I don’t want to fall out of love with you.

A chapter of my life

I don’t want to end.

It’s over

you’re gone

and all I have is this empty page.

My emotions spill across these lines

like blood spewing.

Ooze out my metaphors

as my heart races.

With a syringe of similes

I can express my secret crush

now public.

Your body now disintegrates

inside a box in the ground,

but your spirit is everywhere.

I wake and vision your face

deep eyes and thick hair.

Closing my eyes

hear the sound of your voice

raspy fresh as this morning’s dew.

I don’t want to fall out of love with you.

This letting go chokes me,

I resist tears.

The hardest part of greatness

is it’s ending.

The most difficult ending

is said without a goodbye.