Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016]
~Nostalgia~
It's delicate, but potent.
The pain from an old wound.
A twinge in your heart..
Far more powerful than memory alone
A feeling of a place
Where we...
Ache
To
Go
Again.
-My thoughts. My word...
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if someday you pass by do not be amazed to see the remnants of yourself in the plaster peeling off the once humid walls and in the little flowers witherin' in a cracked vase placed on the window sill behind the net curtains or softly pressed between the yellow pages of books scattered on my small bed for no one has been here since the day you left me
i wake up in the embrace of soft, undying sadness to light up the fire so cold until the hiss of the kettle calls me to pour the tea in my oversized red mug while shoreline gold one that once belonged to you is placed ever too empty in the old wooden cabinet back in our pretty kitchen once bathed with summer for no one has been here since the day you left me
my bent over silhouette hits the typewriter keys a little too hard because the fog on my spectacles painted by a delicate trail of steam escaping my mug doesn't let me see anythin' while this broken record by that parisian printer tries way too hard to play the mixtape you gave me last year, on my birthday for no one has been here since the day you left me
your memories seep into the cracks in dusty walls and leak through crevices of the crumpled bedsheets to mold into a sad shadow that traipses barefooted in a lone sunlit corridor an ancient dawn in its eyes which reminds me of you so when the sun sets down i wait for your footsteps and a knock on the door for no one has been here since the day you left me
oh my sweet, li'l darling.. if, someday, by mistake, you cross the lost threshold of my long forgotten home and colour this musty air with your light fragrance i will dance and celebrate the story of my ruination with you as your devotee until i die in your warmth 'cause it has been too cold despite the hot sugared tea that i take every morning for no one has been here since the day you left me
Author's Note
I love this one. The reason why it's titled as 'Vintage Love' when there's no mention of it in the poem is hidden in the meaning of the word 'vintage'. Vintage means denoting something from the past of high quality, especially something representing the best of its kind. So, now you know why this person's love is vintage.. ❤
What do you think of this poem? I wish I could write more..and I could, but I've been up all night. I've witnessed dawn seeping into my room from behind the curtains a few moments ago. I think I should sleep now. It's been a long night. :')
