UNTITLED

The Years of Lost

It took me many years to write back to myself.
How life has been, how lives have changed.

I am not sure what to make out of this poem
or whatever it may be.

Hashtag words lineup while years of me tagged from connected dots.
I float…

I used to think I am lonely but I am merely
lost.
I am older now yet I still feel I have left some of me in those boxes unopened.
I am complete now, thankful for the life I have yet there is more I thought I knew I wanted.

Am I waiting or am I just a fool who lands on my weak decisions?
Why am I uncertain?
This is me now. I have it all!

…not the money, the material things… it’s my family. I living soul of me.

A tender hug at night a healing smile from real life’s pain.

A fresh morning from her innocent eyes.

An assurance of tomorrow will be better because I am now complete.

COMPLETE… this is where I think I am.

How have you been my friend?
Did your hearts grow fruits by now?

Hello to memories we made. Hello as we forget some of them.
Cheers to everyone that made it here.

This will remain suspended like what’s next is a mystery.

Fail again like we did before but this time fails with me.

FAIL… this is where we start again.

I love you… (my first line starts here)

The years are lost