The world passed by this one road,
Where all things sailed.
Amidst the rocks of all kinds,
Two distinct pebbles prevailed.

Brought together by wind
East-West, their stories untold
These two pebbles of distinct land
Now stood by the road.

They were different, yet akin
Unmarked by time or tread
Two pebbles by the road,
Where silent stones are shed.

Take another just as alike,
And you wouldn't find a match.
Two pebbles by the road,
Could be one, if they attach.

Our love is like threads of songket and sari—
woven slowly, without haste,
brightly colored though from different hands.

You come from a land
where language and movement are like dance,
coloring days with spices and golden light.
I grew up on a land
quiet and simple,
where the wind knows the scent of warm rice and the first rain.

Our cultures are not patterns easily woven,
sometimes your threads don’t match my weave,
and the colors of my customs feel strange to your eyes.
Yet we choose to keep weaving—
not because it’s easy,
but because we know—
beauty can be born from knots of difference.

Though we have never met,
your words reach my evening window,
and my steps toward your land are carried not by promises,
but by hopes I plant
in the woven gaps of maps,
while you too nurture courage each night,
when screens become the only bridge between us.

Sometimes we quarrel,
like two folk songs crossing rhythms.
But love isn’t about being the same,
it’s about understanding
without changing each other’s base note.

You never ask me to be different,
and I never wish to erase what you bring.
We only embrace each other,
two souls from two lands,
who believe—
even threads of songket and sari that differ
can weave beautifully—
if embroidered into a heart that welcomes them.

The stars
That created us
Formed our souls
So we were perfect
For each other.
You and I are stardust
Our souls connect
We are a star
In human form.
I know your soul
I love your soul.

dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today
to celebrate the memorial
of those who we were
at one point in time,
those we became
as the world continued to chime,
and those we shall be
when the clocks stop ticking—
like the tune of that one track
in your head
that just doesn't seem to stop hitting.

we are settled here today
to welcome the peace we've desired,
the love we've forgotten,
and the happy akin to the sunshine
on flowers surrounding our graves.

we will succumb to the fire and air
as we're provided with,
based on our actions and tribulations,
we're pardoned with.

tangle of bones in the dust,
holding engravings
of those who marked each other—
the soulmates and the friends alike.
none can ever witness it,
but in the pale moonlight.

"and i shall stay with you,
holding hands, keeping close,
when the angels in front of us
sing a rhyme
that presents before us
the days we barely awaited
all this time.

since we met,
knowing we were to separate,
i shall hold you every time,
in each moment,
even if it is to berate.

no matter if it's the end—
if that's what it means
to live by, 'till death do us part'.
i shall do it again and again,
this destiny or the afterlife,
reckoning in all its might,
will do it again,
with all my heart,
even if you were to leave me & depart."

Laying with heavy words- trying to regulate myself.
Sifting through the confusion of my heart and mind.
That soul bound undeniable bond I left sitting on my heart's shelf.
The tangible consistency of another that logic tries to remind.

But these words, they haunt me, and shake me awake.
They bring forth these tears and tell me all else is fake.

Me: "I know. I hate how much you still affect me."
You: "And that's because you're always gonna be mine no matter who is with you."
Me: "I'm yours... but are you mine?"
You: "Yes."

There it is finally written, brought to the light.
That red string of fate- we've always been tied.
The embers of my heart forced to ignite.
Every nerve in my body so suddenly fried.

Craving this unspoken love we always try and fail to deny.
You light me up like my phone in the middle of the night.
I know I shouldn’t take the bait, I know it’s not right.
I was never truly able to say goodbye.

Now I know, you didn’t feel nothing after all.
You held on too, it was real for you.
We are still soul-tied, mi amor, braced for the fall.
I’m still yours, somehow you always knew.

Even in the silence, the distance, and time’s passing.
Something between us feels everlasting.
I tried to close it off, let it go, say no.
But in my chest, tender and slight,
that fire I once mentioned is still burning bright.

They were no embers, they raged in my chest,
Chasing after tinder, to save the flame,
when you left me a drenched and dreary mess.
I know if we meet again, we’ll still feel exactly the same.
Hungry and destined to collide once more.
Say it will be the last time, your ghost will not haunt me like before.

Tell me, please, you won’t break me again.
I would forgive your every sin.
Just to be with you, skin to skin.
Hold your hand, make you smile within.
Watch me risk it all, everything I hold dear.
If you would only choose to let go of your fear.
Why can’t you just be here?
Just say that you’ll always be near.

As I said once before:

The world would have us star-crossed,
please, mi amor,
don't accept that our future is lost.
I still hold on to the dream, the one of you and me.
A steady candlelight vigil, a flame of hope, in my heart for only you to see.
Did it not feel meant to be?
Your words spelled it out to me... finally.