the room is cold
air mixed with dread
I am alone
in my old bed

the lights are off
the sun is set
I see no more
I start to fret

the heartache comes
consumes me whole
I cannot hear
I lose my hope

the chime of bells
the townsfolk gather
I have no faith
please do not bother

Woke up with a heavy heart,
Loud thoughts pulling me apart.
Longing for love I thought would stay,
But some things quietly drift away.

Still, in the quiet, I learn to grow,
From broken trust, new light can show.
And though the pain may not depart,
I rise again—with a tender heart.

Riding my motorcycle,
music whispering through my AirPods,
the drizzle kisses my skin,
but I keep going.

Then the rain thickens,
thunder growls like a beast in the sky,
and I don’t speed up.
I let the storm catch me,
daring it to take me,
wishing, maybe, it would.

But deep inside, I fear it too.
Not the dying
but the thought of not dying instantly.
A cruel hesitation,
a war between surrender and survival.

How pathetic, how fragile.
I was only going 20 km/hour,
while I Love You So by The Walters
played like a farewell,
or maybe, a reminder
that I was still here.