Three Final Notes

1. with eyes closed, i witnessed my own pair of eyes setting free millions of fireflies, like leaves bidding farewell to it’s trees. the fireflies gathered at the tips of my fingers and planted their last kiss before taking flight, glittering the night sky the fireflies fled far and wide in search for your eyes. eyes closed for another pair of closed eyes. conspired by nature and night. and you thought the fireflies that flew into your eyes formed a dream, the one you kept guessing the meaning of. but in time you will know, whenever a firefly lands on petals of your cheeks that very moment it is i whom you think of. 2. suddenly i was able to understand everything that visited my eyes even the ones that i thought were dreams suddenly i was in love exceeded all the fallen loves that have hurt my chest. yet when i want to say this to your ears i no longer have a voice, when i want to say this to your eyes i no longer have the light. 3. slowly water seeps within the pores of my skin forming small rivers in my body a river in search of caves in my chest looking for the sea that was once occupied by thousands of your tiny fish right before my eyes were shut and the coffin was closed, the rivers overflowed, evaporated into the vast sky, the one you always gaze up to while biting your own lip to stop the tears from falling, because you don’t want to seen weaker than the sky in the months of rain don’t worry. you and the sky will get by the grief you cried from my death.