I was sorting through old memories...
Reminiscing nostalgia,
When I rediscovered the memory card with your name on it.
It took me back to the night we met;
I was a weary wanderer, looking for some warmth,
And you were a candlelight, beckoning to every nearby moth.
I found you amidst chaos and conundrum.
You, who dared to take my hand, asking me to stay
And I, so tired of not having a home, almost made you my shrine.
But memory fades, just like our love did.
And candlelights flicker and burn and go off.
And having a home is not written in the destiny of a vagabond.
Oh my love, we were a tragedy,
Like I so often said we would be.
But I still thank you for all those memories.
The memories that had filled my memory card,
And once used to have a home in my heart.
I just, somedays end up wishing you hadn't burned me when we parted ways.
That we didn't have to part ways at all.
Or better yet, that our paths had never crossed.
Our memory card is filled with souvenirs I love and hate.
It echoes with warmth and the cruelty of our fate.
Our memory card is a burden I carry alone.
(I was never that good at letting things go)
Our memory card makes me laugh and cry.
(It reminds me of the time we were side by side)
After my trip down the memory lane,
I wasted no time in going to our old bench,
Where we used to sit and talk for hours.
I sat alone there,
And started to unknot all the threads that used to bind us together.
You had cut them and left me with a bunch of mess I just couldn't sort through.
But our memory card gave me the resolve to finally let go.
I realised it was a futile burden to keep carrying around with me.
So I left our memory card in the sidewalk and walked off...
Finally free.
YOU ARE READING
Way Ward
PoesíaLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.
