It Wasn't There Poem by Cherry Joy Clamor

It wasn't there the first time, the second, the third, the fourth and the countless times we said 'Hi'.
It wasn't there when the sun peaked beyond the greens nor when the sun yawned beyond the waters.
It wasn't there when you were beside me nor when you were away.
It wasn't there when you sang my favorite song nor when you just listened to me singing.
It wasn't there.

Until you hummed the first note of the love that aches you.
Until you effortlessly picked yourself up from the shards of confusion and unjust - bleeding.
Until you decided that silence is the song that you will be singing for the days to come.
It was only until you poured your heart and surrendered your soul to the pain that was once the love you nurtured to bloom that I found myself astounded.

I have only seen the placid surface you portrayed, forgetting that the depths can hold such danger and passion. And as your lips poured out words, I could not help but to reprove my heart - be still.
Days and weeks went by, my heart is searching for the slightest trace you probably left from where you once stood beautifully.
Yes, my heart refused to rest as it begged to be hushed by the very name that echoes through my veins - yours. You have caused this heart to sway in the bittersweet symphony only you can amazingly execute.
The clock trifles and season is about to change but my heart will still play that song - the one that caused the fire and ice to dance.