A walk through the hall of memories,
Walls lined with merry moments
The monochrome edges of a colorful life,
The painful choice of chasing happiness in notes
The gold watch you left behind,
The soy sauce from the store you adore,
Your loopy lines on scattered post-its,
Polaroids stuck to the fridge,
The painting you made after a stressful week,
Abstract curves capturing colorful emotions
The blanket of you engulfs me,
A nasty reminder of the void that's you.
Our drunken faces smile back at me,
The nightstand photograph, a portal into that night,
The flush on our faces,
The confetti in my curls,
Camera flashes reflected in our eyes.
The night we reveled in blissful mindlessness,
The night we slow-danced to Bowie,
"Ground control to Major Tom..."
My arm pushes the photo off the edge,
The glass shatters,
But our smiles don't falter.
Fire consumes the bygone still,
Yet your crooked smile and the wire-rimmed spectacles haunt me,
A movie that plays on loop,
An ending that leaves me wanting more,
The ending that I chose for us.
The pristine white walls of the office draw closer,
A prison of my making, choking my happiness,
The project that holds the key to "the better life" lays on the desk,
Plentiful pages, the goal lost in the midst
Clouded eyes and impulsive hands,
A tear down the center,
Shreds of sheets on the coffee-stained floor.
Will my tears guide the river of love towards you,
Or am I destined to drown in this misery of mine?
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
