You say

"When what you believed to be true all the while turned out to be fragmented pieces of enigma. Kneeling on the foolishness, your heart ached, yearning for the reciprocal answer yet reality mourned to spare even a heartbeat of mercy. Or should I delve deeper, asking my God, for a decision even He cannot change, the unanswerable prayer of mine when the whole universe, you say,  is His."

I am afraid

I am afraid,
          to wake up,
           tomorrow morning,
           not able to claim you are mine.

The right to stroke your hairs,
looking to the very eyes I had known my world,
the sincerest love I could have given.

To whisper your heart, if I leave, I die,
for every single breath I had awaken,
was to rule our small dream together.

I am afraid,
            to wake up,
            this morning.

When I,
looking up,
the sun shades all hopes,
the dew, coldly greeting me and my false oath,
a joy, a jaded dream, of ours.

FK
28122016