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macovei Jan 31
and her eyes sifted eternity
he bent down and took my hand. the pain was melting away
carrying splinters of fear
I look around, nothing scares me
only pity and a little regret for those who remained
the time is compressed at the starting point
and I wonder why I ran so much
when everything boils down to one step
Let's go!
and I rose up quickly
I nestled in her palm like mother's hand
and rocked by an empty memory
I took the step
smooth and easy
macovei Jan 31
one last wish? am I still entitled to this?
I would like... I would like a lot … ah… how many there are
the one who has no memories cannot have a future
  
before reaching a name on the long list of lost objects
realizes the value of regret and time (the lost past)
and it's as if you still want to let the wind touch your hair and pull furrows in the sky
  
sometimes I feel like I can be the summer solstice
to divide time into hours, days, moments
but what I don't have is already past. I will be lost too
  
souls, don't let indifference wash away your colors
because you need the soul, not the eyes, to find the way
and to help you pass all the customs of heaven

— The End —