In my memory
I could see you waiting patiently
your eyes glinting in the dark
your laughter is a vivid dream
In my mind
I meet you on a park
the cheeky stories I place a bookmark
just to keep track of what you tell me
In my regrets
I could feel your sighs
as I am but a phantom,
a parallel line
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
it was dull and quiet,
I could've made distractions
I could've seen you go on.
*for an online friend who lost to covid
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
