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 Aug 2020 Joshua
Nikki
In distant memories
we captured in frequent glances,
fervent smiles,
and frantic heartbeats,
my hand used to fit in yours.
It embraced me in a promise
beyond romantic overtones,
that I will always have something
to hold on to: you.

In transient times
we measured in mutual doses
of affection and attraction
and countless conversations,
I had a belief that this would last long.
It conjured a warm familiar feeling
latched onto devotion,
that my heart would always belong
to someone: you.

In a tapestry of words
that were once true,
your voice reminded me of the possibility
that happiness can exist
in this vile and cruel world we live in.
It evoked a certain melody,
a symphony of inherent rhythm,
that I will always have the answer
to the question of love: you.

In sadness and in joy,
in sorrow and in bliss,
I still yearn for someone: you.

I used to know you,
but not anymore.
 Aug 2020 Joshua
Nikki
Interlude
 Aug 2020 Joshua
Nikki
As darkness drops,
my thoughts remain in static motion;
stitching a collection of scenarios,
swimming against moments of respite.
How do I stop?

Like clockwork,
I walk along the impulse of mistrust–
swaying with the tides of yesterday,
in abject deflection of reason and sense.
How do I stop?

Behind these walls,
I have drowned honesty and sincerity–
burying unsaid paragraphs under pretenses.
Evasion has been my retreat.
How do I stop?

Because

in the face of truth,
defiance has been my answer.

How do I stop?
 Aug 2020 Joshua
Nikki
Four
 Aug 2020 Joshua
Nikki
How do I measure
wanting to be held by you?
In desperation.
 Aug 2020 Joshua
Nikki
You spoke about stars,
until we were intertwined—
like constellations.

— The End —