There are some
scars, and a
few memories
that even time
can't heal or
erase .
for even today,
I feel my mind
digging in the
back of my
head, pulling
a tape that I
once buried,
to press play
and force my
soul to travel
back to that one
night.
when our now
toxic lungs,
were still pink
and craved the
scent of
danger instead
of smoke, and our
eyes sparkled
under the light of
the moon at the
thought of a
new adventure.
when we spent
hours, doing
nothing but
listening to our
heartbeats, that
seemed to be
in harmony with
one another, and
watching the
waves kissing
the shore , again
and again , while
secretly hoping
that they will
wash our hearts
as well, and
sweep away the
worries that
tighten around
our throats to
sink in the depths
of the ocean.
I remember how
you laced your
fingers with mine,
letting your thumb
draw circles on
the back of my
hand, as if
telling me
'we're going to
be fine', and
in response, I
lied my head
on your shoulder,
breathing in
your fragrance to
calm down.
we didn't need
to speak in order
to communicate
for by just
locking our eyes,
we said a million
words.
we walked and
walked, as the
waters tickled
our bare feet,
and the sand
held our toes
captive, forcing
us to stand and
listen to the
mysteries that
the wind carried
to our ears.
and under the
glare of the
midnight stars,
I felt your lips
collide with mine,
while your hands
trembled against
my back, before
pulling away, to
allow me to see
the unshed tears
that were silently
pleading me to
not go.
YOU ARE READING
Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
