Dec 2015
Here you are.
In his presence feeling nothing
as you gracefully escape the tsunami
of memories both of you once shared.
“My God, she’s beautiful,”
he thinks as you absent-mindedly
pass him. Your feet protest touching
the ground that he walked upon, but he
glorifies the air you glide on instead.
His mind will swim for you as
your fossilized tears become his nagging
memory. Long ago, time wiped those
water droplets away.
You praised God for kissing those wounds
that haunted you for months. Some nights,
he prays to God to send you back to him.
He drowns at the thought of you.
In his presence feeling nothing
as you gracefully escape the tsunami
of memories both of you once shared.
“My God, she’s beautiful,”
he thinks as you absent-mindedly
pass him. Your feet protest touching
the ground that he walked upon, but he
glorifies the air you glide on instead.
His mind will swim for you as
your fossilized tears become his nagging
memory. Long ago, time wiped those
water droplets away.
You praised God for kissing those wounds
that haunted you for months. Some nights,
he prays to God to send you back to him.
He drowns at the thought of you.
This is basically the story of a man and a woman. They're previous lovers (or whatever you want to call them). The man sees her and finally recognizes what he lost. I use the elements of air and water to make this smooth, soft, and dreamlike, but uses the simple idea that she doesn't feel anything anymore, but he does! Troposphere is the layer made up of clouds. Airplanes and such fly in this layer. I used this because the troposphere contains both water (clouds) and air. Hope you liked this.
