The Final Glimpse

By Asmie

I was here, aching, for a final glimpse.

A barrage of deception – was anything real?

I was here, yearning, for a fleeting facade,

A moment’s peace, the quietest cry of my heart – wasn’t there anything to feel?

I stood here, longing, for a drop of pure symphony,

A breath of honest air – was it too much to ask for?

I stood here, sighing, sowing discord in my own garden,

Tethering my skin – what was it I couldn’t help but ignore?

I sat here, begging: please let me be the one,

Just this singular devotion – was I reading between the lines?

I sat here, crying: please, just a shimmer of truth,

I’ll emerge anew – was I looking through all the signs?

I walked away, serene, like a fragile leaf on a windy day,

Leaving behind a multitude of devotions, I gazed out at the infinite blue.

I walked away, still, and wondered do I look back or keep moving forward?

Somewhere far beyond, distant seas, oceans, and mountains.

By Asmie