Long were the days when I would think only of you
I always imagined you alone, thinking of me too
The nameless feelings I have for you still call my heart home
When will they ever leave this tattered dark dome?
I still remember that vision of you in your anorak
How you violently colored my world – front and back
How I latched on to our minute memories, how it ached
Now I’m left freezing under this somersault of snowflakes
Do you remember that kiss under that cherry blossom tree?
Your warmth juxtaposed with the world’s biting frigidity
I regret every step I took by walking away from that place
Yet my heart never really recovered from beating apace
I used to swelter in delight every time I receive your letters
The long messages that kept me awake and made me quiver
Then they stopped coming and I was left with unvoiced suspicions
Suffice to say, I found myself bleeding from the deepest lesions
It’s funny how we’re now again breathing the same air
And yet your distance seems existent beyond compare
The past has left us but these arms still ululate for your touch
When will I survive without your memories as my crutch?
“5 CENTIMETERS PER SECOND—a movie so good, so awesome, so heartbreaking that I was inspired to make a poem”. – Jammy
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