Walk Down Memory Lane
like a chilly night on a summer morning
like a warm latte in a bar full of tipplers
you were more than I could ever discern
you were more than my words could ever materialize
the mirror exhibited what I could never be
it exhibited every woman you could acquire
it reflected someone you could leave
your green eyes never revealed the grass on the other side
they revealed how mowed the one I had was,
your dark hair never showed me the abyss I was plunging myself into
it showed me my favourite color
let’s overlook what they apprised us of
we can venture off to strawberry farms
and pluck out each other’s hearts
shatter them and then return the splinters
mine would yet amend itself instantly,
merely so it can beat for you
again.
I never desired to write this
I never desired to recall your features
the ones I’d attempted to preserve at the back of my mind
the ones that are now on the surface of my heart
yet I remain at ease
for I am fearful of the day
in which you don’t cross my thoughts
the day in which something else defects me to the extent
that I cease to remember the man whom I couldn’t forsake thus far.
I'm impatient
yet I’ll be awaiting you
even if we’re not meant to be
even when I’m 60
I’m aware that you’re not mine
I’m aware that I’m not yours
I know I’ll fall in love again
I know you will too
but you’ll still be the man
I’ll be searching for
in him
or him
or him.
Existence 2019
