I remember, oh boy! I always remember.
There's no need to be reminded.
Those undying letters I wrote for you,
I remember!
The times I carefully selected to compose.
Enthralling letters that were the thieves
of my mind,
Crafted with unembellished words, yet capturing lines.
Letters I created with new, disparate words I instilled in my mind,
But in the present, I forgot how I discerned them,
I forgot how I searched for them.
They need not be spoken by everyone who knew,
If I knew those letters were still in your hand.
Oh boy! I remember, I excavated,
To hearse them from my mind, to conceal them deep down,
To the interconnected roots of trees.
And if they won't be remembered by me anymore,
And nothing could remind me of those letters I wrote,
I assure you, boy, you need to dredge up
deep,
To seek my wonders, my enthralled memoir
To seek my memories of the very you.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pages of My Soul
PoesíaA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
