Ignorant By Default

My Dear

Love has no age,

Neither does death.

I wonder this

As I lay by your side.

Two broken bodies

Containing too much memories,

Torn apart by too much secrets,

Stitched together by time.

Excuse my nostalgia,

But do you remember the night we met?

Rain untimely poured from above

And the gods furiously played their drums

As thunder triumphed

Over the howling wind,

The leaves gyrated under our feet

And scattered like fleeing immigrants.

I do not believe in faith,

But I know

She dwelled the streets

That night I met you.

But I will not bother you any further

With my fastidious words.

You have abandoned me already,

For reminiscing does not return the dead

To a living state my dear...