Throw a Prayer to the Sky

I know I shouldn't let this pass without writing about You. 
Because what happened to us deserves at least a piece of literature 
so that even just through a prose, we get to be immortalized. 
Because the beauty of what we had 
deserves even a bit of poetry.
Of rhyming beauty, 
Of measured words that sounds like sweet scented serenade 
And alliterating alliterations that allures and alleviates aches

But like all poems and literature
like all stories and sweet songs
like all books and novels
It all has to come to an end

And as I move 
from I Love You 
to I Loved You,
There will always be
that part of my timeline 
where I'd look back one day and I should feel nothing
...nothing but pure gratitude
That we may have left at a time where I couldn't decipher why. 
But I have great faith that someday I will.

If one day you will be reading this, 
I'll ask you to throw a prayer into the sky 
And hope it reaches the stars. 
So that every time I'd be looking at the constellations that used to blanket our conversations,
I'd hope that one of those sparkling lights is a prayer for me. 
A Prayer for the us that was meant not to be. 
For the Lesson it was supposed to teach. 
For the clarity it will soon bring to me. 
And a prayer hoping that one day 
I'll be thanking God why we weren't meant to be. 

There will come one night 
That I will come into peace with everything
That these feelings will all soon come into peaceful fading... 
Like the destiny of all stars, feelings too, will all fade
Fade after it has become part of a spectacular light show. 

And all the more I should say Thank You, for how it became part of you, and part of me, and part of we.

Things leave sometimes not because they wanted to, 
but because they have to. 

So I guess that's our story. Solitude shall soon come, and may it also bring Wisdom. And Peace. 
I know I shouldn't let this pass without writing about You. And now that just I did, I'll set myself adrift.


"Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to. 
And Love leaves exactly when Love must.
And when it leaves, 
ask her to leave the door open behind her, 
turn off the music, 
listen to the quiet whisper. 
Thank You, for stopping by."