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October 12, 2001- The day my heart took a hit


I could tell you
I hate you,
but it will not 
change a thing.
I could ask you
what made you
betray me,
but I'll never know.

I wonder
with reckless abandon
and the brew
of immeasurable pain
why you
had to steal
the ray of sunshine
that lit our lives
with happiness.

How I wish
you knew
the essence
of the beautiful smile
that will never be seen.

How i wish you knew
the beautiful
sons and daughters
that you cut their dreams
before it could take shape.

How I wish you knew
the loving husband
that you denied the privilege
to feel the love
and warmth
of a beautiful wife.

I wonder why
you didn't
delay her
and make her
miss her appointment
on the flight
that will make
her fragile heart
take flight.

You fed her
to the wolves
of a reckless driver
who knew not
how privileged
he was
to have


royalty in his bus.


He toyed with you
and your gentle spirit
could not bare it.
I don't blame you
but I blame
the world
for denying herself
the rarity of an angel.

Just so you know,
my heart
weeps no more.
sixteen years later,
I refuse
to wallow in tears
for you imprinted
in our minds
the image of a smile
which lasts a lifetime.
I can't believe it
that you have
lived forever
in my heart
for 192 months
and 140,160 minutes.

Keep living 
beautiful angel
in all the space
you can fill
in our hearts
for you are a treasure
long gone
but forever remembered.

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