Empty kisses

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I want to kiss your forehead one more time before I die.

I kissed your forehead many a times,
To calm you, to ward away your nightmares,
to take away your worries
I could not, perhaps ..
But nonetheless, I want to try one more time,
Before I die.

I have grown up in the years that you have left me.
I mean, I have learnt to live with questions, without seeking an answer.
That's what growing up is all about, isnt it?
When you understand that you will never be answered, you stop asking.
You will never know why some people stopped loving you...
Why some of them could not carry themselves to love..
Why some could go away and never came back?

I also learnt to live with;
Why did you have to go? 

Why cant you come back? 

Why so soon?
I don't ask them anymore. I live with them.

I have accepted this empty city that I hug every night.
I feel her emptiness in my heart.
The city complete with her towers of empty matchboxes,
 Stacked one upon another.
They sway late in the summer nights in complete denial of the loneliness they feel.
They want you to believe they do not want to touch each other,
They do not even want to lean.
As if, they really want to remain erect,
As it this strong wind is indeed a bother!
They keep their pride,
never risk letting anyone know about that pain of emptiness ..

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Much like the ones that occupy them.

But I am tired of fighting this wind tonight
And want to sway hard!
So hard that I can fall...
weightless,
I want to feel light again.
I want to come upon you to kiss your forehead.
Once again...
Before I die.