My eyes swell with stinging tears and cheeks flush with an unwelcome pain, when I have no place to hide. My heart is losing its pace in one second and is racing against time in another. It is awakening to a nightmare that has gripped over my days. Reminisces strike my bruised heart like a swarm of bees. I certainly threw a stone on a beehive while I was hoping to pluck a red red rose. I ran into him today.
Memories can be so betraying. Those times that I was the happiest person alive haunt my smarted consciousness. Time, the traitor has halted where I am stranded. Where are your wings that used to soar in ecstasy, Time? Why are you staring at me with the frozen eyes of a bird that has just been shot? The sky that used to invite me in his arms, to float in a fantasyland has left me vulnerable in his openness.
He was blocking the sun behind him. I was holding an earthquake inside me.
A name etched in my consciousness blurts out like the moaning of a violin. He does not melt and I do not freeze. We stand like the last two warriors in a lost battle. I am undrowning. He is disentangling. We try to be strangers. The silence that used to echo our unsung melodies is now broken strings of a violin.
I am confused for a moment and almost jump into his embrace. The smell is still there, the warmth is not. Falling out and calling out, I hold back the tides inside me. My hair still floats with the wind but he is not swept away. His honey kisses still remain in my lips like a cold and crawling snake. Everything else exists, him and I too but not ‘us’.
We stand where the river divides. Washing away memories with my own tears, I cannot flow altogether. Those ripples and reflections that we played with together have to part with our ways. Currents have taken him away from me already. I am not staying but I cannot move. The rhythm of his heartbeat sings an unfamiliar song. When did his sighs become foreign to my ears? Somewhere I hear a feeble echo of my name but perhaps that is an illusion like all of this.
My soul tries to tear apart from his like the bark of a tree. Spring has forgotten this path. Where is the rain of petals that came with him?
I am transforming the memories that I lived and relived a million times to fossils. Fossils of roses. I am keeping the tender and secret dreams in a chest. Someday I will live them again
Memories can be so betraying. Those times that I was the happiest person alive haunt my smarted consciousness. Time, the traitor has halted where I am stranded. Where are your wings that used to soar in ecstasy, Time? Why are you staring at me with the frozen eyes of a bird that has just been shot? The sky that used to invite me in his arms, to float in a fantasyland has left me vulnerable in his openness.
He was blocking the sun behind him. I was holding an earthquake inside me.
A name etched in my consciousness blurts out like the moaning of a violin. He does not melt and I do not freeze. We stand like the last two warriors in a lost battle. I am undrowning. He is disentangling. We try to be strangers. The silence that used to echo our unsung melodies is now broken strings of a violin.
I am confused for a moment and almost jump into his embrace. The smell is still there, the warmth is not. Falling out and calling out, I hold back the tides inside me. My hair still floats with the wind but he is not swept away. His honey kisses still remain in my lips like a cold and crawling snake. Everything else exists, him and I too but not ‘us’.
We stand where the river divides. Washing away memories with my own tears, I cannot flow altogether. Those ripples and reflections that we played with together have to part with our ways. Currents have taken him away from me already. I am not staying but I cannot move. The rhythm of his heartbeat sings an unfamiliar song. When did his sighs become foreign to my ears? Somewhere I hear a feeble echo of my name but perhaps that is an illusion like all of this.
My soul tries to tear apart from his like the bark of a tree. Spring has forgotten this path. Where is the rain of petals that came with him?
I am transforming the memories that I lived and relived a million times to fossils. Fossils of roses. I am keeping the tender and secret dreams in a chest. Someday I will live them again
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