The sea stopped roaring and the water was as calm as ever,
The waves took with them all the hurt I was keeping inside.
The thunderstorms overhead stopped and the weather has never been better.
The floods washed away all the painful memories, and all my tears have been dried.
The marks and memories left behind,
They serve as reminders that the storm has finally ceased.
These bloodshot eyes still remain and sometimes, I’d wish that I was blind
So that I won’t see these marks that tell the story of how your love for me gradually decreased.
I’d wish that I was blind so that I’d stop looking at this garden,
This garden filled with roses where I first saw the real beauty behind your smile;
This garden filled with roses where you asked me for pardon,
Because you just didn’t see yourself walking towards me down the aisle.
But—
Even if I were to go blind, I’d stay here;
I’d stay in this garden filled with roses that we planted together.
I’d reminisce all the happy moments and pretend that your love didn’t vanish and disappear,
Oh, the things I’d give just for us to still be with each other.
I can’t do anything other than to shut my eyes tightly,
Because that’s the only way I can see you again;
That’s the only way I can see our garden rightly;
Rightly in a way that I don’t look at the roses in disdain.
I’ll close my eyes so that I can see the sunlight once more,
I’ll close my eyes so that I can go back to the days when I was the one you used to adore.
But I hope that when I finally open my eyes and look at our garden,
I’ll let us go and I’ll find it in myself to begin again.
Photo by Cheena Javier