like a chopper to the blue skies.

i may lose you.
in exchange of that loss
is this silly feeling

they will say you are
my everything
my existence is inside
your world
and i do not have
my own
except this simple word

perhaps love, but i doubt
it at times, for it makes me
feel silly, most often and

to lose you someday may
not be difficult at all, since
i already felt that years
back

when we keep on talking
about same things same people
everyday for the rest of our
lives and you sometime

walk alone, and do not answer
my cellphone ringing and then
turned off, i

understand, this silly feeling,
this anticipation of a break-up
this painless set-up of you
losing me and i losing you

to lose you can be a triumph
towards a gate where i can
shout to the cliffs and my
echoes will be that of  a

song, yes a song, of echoes
that uplift me like a chopper
to the blue skies.