adieu

today you came.

but this day is also your departure.

To your eighteen years, and for all the years: I hope you’re happy.

Happy birthday Edel John.

web of words : a sonnet

how can i share my joy if you don’t listen to my sorrow?
how do i dream if you refuse to fly?
how will my fire linger if you keep putting it out?
how do i go on in the midst of goodbyes?

if you can’t understand my silence, then you don’t deserve my words.
if you can’t see my tears, then you’re not worth my smiles.

you can hurt even without tears;
you can be someone else but still look the same;
you can feel numb without the presence of rain.

you can die and still not bleed;
you can run away without leaving home;
you can be in a crowd and still feel alone.

regrets taking hold as the stories unfold.
afraid in clandestine, you remain struggling and falling.