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Oh life,
Are you listening?
Let me answer—
Please, let me answer.

Answer my last because,
Not as a hero,
But—
As a puppet with broken strings,
Hanging with wings in a void,
Filled with joy
Of lost flings.

Are you listening?

I feel you every night,
With you in me—
But nowhere near.
Without you, I vanish,
A shadow faded here.

Let the ages of ages get angry,
That’s not what matters.
Only what matters…
Is you.
Only and only you.

Oh life,
You are listening, na?

A storm hit me—
Changed me,
Made me,
Broke me,
Gave me everything…
So it could take everything from me.

But still,
Every night I pray to be with you—
Live with you,
Laugh with you,
Cry with you,
Grow with you,
And live one dream with you.

This is because…
It’s hard to hold the one you crave,
The one your heart would
Die to save.

Oh life—
Am I right?
This piece isn’t just about heartbreak—
it’s about holding on when letting go felt impossible.
It’s not a poem.
It’s a quiet answer to life,
from a boy who never stopped loving,
even when he had every reason to.

– AK Traveler
(Part 2 of the Oh Life series)
a gale Aug 2014
Here’s to the boy
Who was first in line
And strummed
These heart strings
And taught me
How to play

But you strummed
Too hard
As the strings gave in
And you didn’t bother
To even fix it

But my love,
Won’t you at least
teach me
How to play with
Broken strings

*a. gale

— The End —