The wall didn’t add in much of the moments
but the wall had changed,
transcended
into a collage of an even greater journey
of hearts that sparkled and hearts
that melted together.
The faces had phased
into a bolder book
of paths that were drawn to push together
and memories that were meant to look back on.
For the terrain was now separate,
drifted,
drawn into a collision
that had no destination,
only a promise to be back
for the same old lives and some new made
memoirs,
for a taste of the air
that was breathed by all.
The wall was still intact,
forever would be,
for the promise it holds
and the past it reflects,
a reminder of times where the faces didn’t stop
smiling
even when moments had.
An empty house, some nostalgic beds,
a shelf that called for attention,
and hearts that were forever stuffed,
that’s what awaited
all those that swore for another reprise
of every old tale and every new beginning,
all those that had begun
packing up.
But more than the weight of love,
they locked in some few flashes
where their worlds resided
and they reside in that little small space
where every misery vanishes
and only their laughter echos.
They live in those little escapes
where change couldn’t claim
that sturdy smoth wall
of Love.
To Nine Months