Dear You,
If our moments were displayed into hallways,
I think I could walk through the same galleries,
Again and again,
And never tire of seeing the same muse,
Over and over.
In a room with bursting colours,
I would run past the greyscales we went through,
Together,
A whisper of forever between our cries,
Rainy skies.
Our arms hooked, never dropping.
I would stop and look at the strokes of nostalgia
Paintings of the walls we braved,
The floors we paced,
The tears we shed, from laughs or aches,
And the hearts we loved, the ones that broke
And healed while tending the other.
Dust dancing below the slanting star-lit ceilings.
Footsteps and late night conversations whispering.
Porcelain childhood delicacies, known to me as memories.
The shadows cantering in the dark corners.
Elusive canvases to hide forbidden secrets and tales.
The reflections of light on the broken mosaic tiles.
I know we'll take our flights
Like birds fleeing in the wind, wretched cursed fate,
But even when my sights aren't blessed by you
Just the memory of them, you'll still be alive
With not the beat of your heart but that of my own
And with each night, we'll feel less alone.
I've read somewhere, perhaps in my past elegies,
That the deepest, keenest I love you
Is when you hope they'll always be loved
By someone who treats them well
Even if it means
That it isn't you.
Well I'll be honest,
I hope I never get to lose you
I hope to always know you
And your sunshine-stained smiles when you see me
On dismal Monday mornings when the bell rings
Or on cosy Christmases where feelings are free.
But now I'm running down this hallway,
Because I don't know what to say.
When I look around and I'm lost,
I keep going back here and the worries we tossed,
Filling galleries with echoes of our laughters
And the halos in our forever afters.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...