When the needle starts caressing the playing vinyl, I hope the song would retell the story I chose to hide from you. It was in the year 1900s when I grew fond of gramophone records, those ebony discs, slowly pulling me towards the hammock of comfort.
We exist, right before songs were created. Maybe that's the reason why whenever we hear melodies, it felt so nostalgic, cold, and dreamy. Vivid emotions start to embrace forgotten memories.
If we really did exist, I hope we weren't lovers before 'cause if we were, this pain is legitimately real and not just a mere imagination I created in my old school mind.
If we were just reincarnations of our past life, now I know why we weren't allowed to love again at the present.
If we weren't, then the two of us aren't just meant to be with each other.
YOU ARE READING
Seulument Toi
PoetryCompilations of prose and poems. To the future, to the heart I'll surrender my heart for. To the incomplete soon to be filled, may we find the love of our lives and never let them go.
