Love songs to the truth

People think I am writing poems. I write when I am happy. I write when I am sad. Most times I don't know which is which.

Saudade. Bitter sweet symphony of love and melancholy.

I don't know how to write poems. I like to think I am writing love songs; love songs without rhyme, reason or rhythm; love songs about abstract objects; love songs about dreams you wake up from that you immediately miss; love songs about color blind puppy dogs that jump across the green earth to catch red frisbees under the blue skies; love songs to train rides through mountain tunnels; love songs to god, love and the truth.

All there is to do is be in love; in love with a beautiful world; in love with a harsh world. A world that you find love in. A world that loves you back. A world where you find and lose loved ones; where your heart shatters into a million pieces; where you pick those shards back up in your bloody hands, carry them on your back, in a bag full of precious broken things. Oh, the bag is quite handy. You sometimes open it and gaze lovingly at a thousand broken artifacts within it. Broken bloody parts of you; broken bloody parts that adorn you; a crown of thorns; angelic wings made of star dust that you unfurl to take flight on a starry night as you gaze up at your ancestors.

A heavy weightless rucksack borne by strong shoulders it forged.

Shoulders that you forged. For now I know, that you are mine. Mine, even as you leave me to fend for myself, even as you make me fall in love with a world without you; even as I appreciate your absence just as much as I appreciated your presence.

People leave but they leave behind more than they take. People leave but they leave behind poems. They leave behind heavy bags that turn weightless. They leave behind wings and crowns. They leave behind voids; sharp shiny voids that are full of beautiful things. People leave but they leave behind love, more love than you could bear. People leave as they were never yours to begin with as they quietly become forever yours to love and live with.