Nostalgia | ✔

Metaphors

i recall
a faded morning
lingering back in the town
of my hazy memories

it embraces
the scattered traces
of my lost imagination,
the resonance of
pitter-patter, pitter-patter
of heavenly water
against the foggy glass
of my bedroom window

i remember
moisture absorbed into air,
soft and heavy,
as the tip of my
cold and pale forefinger
caressed it,
the smooth crystal
of the glass

and i wrote your name
over 'n' over,
over 'n' over,
for i couldn't think
of anything
but you.

oh it took me a while
to step down
the crisp window seat
of my shady bedroom

and i had my back
to your name
for two seconds,
two seconds...

ah..
who knew,
who knew
that it took
two seconds
for present
to mould into a
masterpiece of past

for moments
to change into
memories

for a soul
to become a
lifeless corpse..

for it took me
two seconds
to turn around

and it took you
two seconds
to become a
masterpiece of past

and gift me
memories

that i carry around
in the brittle bones
of my long forgotten
lifeless corpse..

two seconds
for the imprint
of my cold and pale forefinger
to fade into
a whisp of nostalgia

darling,
i have been so long in love
with metaphors
that are rich in depths,
with a tainted look
of peeping reality

and i feel bad
because you never
stayed back
and i never got a chance
to thank you for the trance
you left me in

so here i am,
for you're gone
and i'm left
all alone
with the best of
metaphors
i ever encountered

Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to @poisxnmind because
1. She inspired me to write free verse for the first time. :)
2. She's my favourite poet on Wattpad. ❤
3. Her book 'Broken Bikes' is my favourite poetry book on Wattpad. ♡

This is my first try at free verse. How did it go? Please be honest. I'll be thankful. :x

Also, I kept the 'I' in lowcase myself all over the poem. :')♡

Much love xX
Hazel *-*