Staring at the ceiling
flashing pictures of you and me
I want to save
The hologram of memories
Exchanging stories
of our grandparents' beliefs
we want to remake
The invisible magic
I still remember the first time
I caught your eyes in mine
the first, "How are you?"
the next "Hello"
Knocking at my door
like the old times
Are you asking me out for a coffee
Or a dinner after a movie?
Wouldn't it be too nostalgic?
I hope this is not distorted
Don't let our old times
be the forgotten tales.
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
