I've made such efforts to forget,
to forget the sun soaked sheets in the early summer mornings
and of the way our eyes would meet after sweet symphonies of dreams divine.
Attempts To erase the savory smells of morning coffee, shared smiles and skylit kisses in the garden
Or of The warm sounds your feet made when they traversed the oak floors as if saying follow us we'll lead you to the light.
And they did, they led me to the sun, Where it kissed my skin and bones as if gracing me with an endless summer.
And Yet I still retrogress back to memories of the winter rain resting easy as it glistened on the soft pastel rose petals
So much like the way our eyes held passion in the beginning
And still I couldn't forget and cast away such an exquisite chapter filled with beauty passion and love
for those are the memories and experiences in which our true selves are forged. And I'm almost who I'm meant to be.