maybe in bali you can finally forget
the phantom who consumed you for so long,
the voice and the name who enthralled you,
kept you in his tower of promises,
and then left you like a shredded bloom.
maybe in bali you can finally purge
the image of his smile,
the music of the syllables of his voice
shall hopefully be drowned
with the roar of the waves
and the crashing of the foam upon the shore.
maybe in bali you can finally find
the peace and the healing that you seek;
in a sea of strange faces, maybe another
can take the place of his prominence,
and the laughters, and the music,
and the haze of alcohol could banish
the stigma of the pain
of his princely departure.
maybe in bali, you can finally bury
the longing for his lingering caress;
bring with you the flowers that he gave,
and toss the wilting petals to the sea,
and the sand and the foam shall take away
the memory of your once-upon-a-time
that failed to end in happily-ever-after.
yes, maybe in bali you can come,
alone and bathed in tears,
and leave the place with a smile upon your heart.