Been sidetracked with clutter. Life takes a leap and you have to fall with it or else watch it leave you behind. Experimented with lots of writing styles and such. Trying to get things of the ground both expected and unexpected.
But now, a poem about Memories We’ll Never Know:
Quiet summers stain like rain in the evening breeze.
She said to me that it will work out
And I told her I can’t remember anymore.
There were the moments
When we promised, violently, to each other
The dreams of distant stars.
I held her breathe,
And she sang her song
Like shards of melodies.
And we got lost
In our memories.
Quiet solemn spring like snow in a December day
She said to me that she can’t try anymore
And I told her that it will work out.
There were the times
We spent in the restless rising sun
The sand underneath out feet
Covering our cold
The water wavered and she cried
Like echoes of melodies
And we got lost
In our memories.
Loud winters wrestling wildly with night
We said to each other that we can’t try anymore
Knowing that it won’t work out.
There were the promises
Of spending forever
Alongside things we don’t remember
I held her hands
As we let go, daring to jump
Singing our melodies
And lost
In our memories.
