“Here!“, a voice whispered into my ears,
a sweet melancholy that chimed
intothe memories
thatI had underneath.
“Take the picture.” She roared,
and all I could do is cry
and weep for the moments
that were stolen and stopped,
and yet couldn’t be touched
anymore.
The sensation on my cheeks were still slippery
as her fingers dwindled for a smile
upon the misery trodden face
that I had,
Maybe it hadn’t struck her yet,
or maybe she chose to forget
everything that kept us from living in that moment,
and choosing to feel
something greater.
“Here!” There it was again,
but calmer, peaceful,
likea song along the waves,
like a reflection that called me
into a box of memories I had hidden,
scared of being pushed around
with the emotions that they held.
“Smile nah!” Warm as the sun,
fierce like an ocean
and honest like the breezy wind,
she took me on and shoved everything aside
like a hurricane with a blazing fire,
and all I could do is hold her close
and feel her touch passing bye.
I won’t deny, I cried,
I cried like an adult who had his tears dried
and an ache somewhere scarce
where her distance was already screaming.
“Distance, as they say, is only transient!“
I wish it were true,
I wish I could’ve smiled more,
but as her voice kept striding away,
I felt our distance crushing into my being.
She felt it too, I know,
for even she couldn’t fake a smile
with the pain that we had,
for even her eyes had a moistness
that prevented me from looking away.
“I’ll try.” And we gazed into the hole
that immortalized that moment of parting
where we wished to say hello
but couldn’t suppress bidding our goodbyes.
·poetry