I could have read “The Fault in our Stars”
but I chose to hear your laments
about your ex who chose
his ex over you.
The pain in my chest
is an inactive volcano
ready to burst into tears,
my emotion is a magma
and all I can do is keep quiet,
to stay still for a moment
until I could do no more.
Listening to the same stories,
same settings is more tolerable
if you would only try to include me
as one of the who
in the where, when, why and how.
Last night, I traveled a mile,
walked for a while just to commiserate
with you, to be with someone like you
whose stories I dare not dream of having
for I know that tragedies
are better only for people
who can smile and laugh
despite the challenges
life has to offer.
Oftentimes, we would share
tears and smiles
over the phone for an hour
or two and all I could say
is Yes or No.
There are days I would spend with you
than have a day off and rest with my cat
whose stories are happier, my cat
whose paws could wipe
the tears of the stars.
I could only feast on memories
but you could never be
one of those memories
for your memories, I was
never a knight-in-the-shining-armor.
First published in The Literary Yard