pétalos de rosa

strangely familiar

Reminiscing an eye I never met and a touch that I never felt.

Diving in a series of our broken promises; inundating myself with memories, though I know they were all fables.

From the tint of my pen, verses about you permeated every page of my notebook.

How many times did I already say goodbye?

Yet I'm here—wasting the last bead of my ink for me to leisurely obliterate every piece of your art in my head.

I was beneath the cold gale of December when you unearthed me wounded like broken porcelain. As words slipped from your mouth, it was like a hurricane that spurned all my cryptic clouds. Your gentle rays penetrate against my scars, obliterate all the demons that want to shatter me. Those unfamiliar sensations that I felt made me affix with you and like a scampered child forward into you. My lost bliss flourished; it felt like I was swaying in a meadow.

Amid my despondency and pleasure, I never realized that you would go apart like the last day of March.

Every blink I make, you are slowly wilting like days running in the calendar.

Every word you utter, the sky betwixt us is growing wider.

When I looked at the calendar, it was December again.

As time moves forth, I was oblivious to every step back you make. The flashes of your evanescent beam languidly propelling me back to the arms of my forgotten demon. I rasped, calling you over and over until I could not even feel myself screaming and shivering. As a somber billow enshrouded, every bit of its drop was like a blade deeply flowing through my flesh. Even if I turn the music blaring, I can still hark those faint drones you make.

The night you saw me, a train from your home was coming; is that why your smile was like duct tape to my shuttered skin?

Three December had passed. Our story might be a chapter, but I never deplore the mirth you proffered and the lessons you edify. I hope my name is still on your calendar; our drawings are still on your wall and my Davy's laying on your floor. I no longer prerequisite your presence and yearn for your words to mend my wounds. Now, I only remember you when the sun and moon collide like an eclipse. You're like an unknown road I once passed by yet familiar.

You are now a stranger to me, but your words and warmth will always be strangely familiar.