you reminded me,
of everything warm in the world.
the soft yet stinging sensation the sun gave you,
whenever it touches your skin.
the mellow breeze carressing your skin.
while sitting under an angel oak tree,
ontop of a hill.
the smell of musk combined with sweet incense.
the warmth of a hot cup of tea,
tingles the inside of your nose.
watching a snow storm in the dark by the balcony.
the beeming city lights flashing in your face,
while taking a stroll down the road,
reminiscing down memory lane.
sitting by the porch,
looking through the foggy forrest valley,
at the crack of dawn.
clapsing our hands together while we stargaze,
counting the stars as we listened to Keshi.
the tender and warm feeling,
the extreme fondness that i have and kept close for you.
going by everyday,
every year,
thinking of someone that i will,
never meet again.
i have always known,
despite all those years,
all the time that was spent,
it couldn't save us.
our love might have stopped blooming,
it may have stopped growing,
but it is preserved by the universe.
the love that i have for you may be poles apart;
the emotion and impact it has still remains the same.
it might be alike,
but it is not.
i love you, still.
but is it the same?
no it is not.
YOU ARE READING
RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
