Its been two months
and I can't remember your face
Even in my dreams,
you come to me only as a feeling,
intangible, just out of reach
But I'm not reaching
I'm content to let it slip by
pass away, slowly,
the light has already faded
for the day;
for my lifetime
Dawns taste differently now,
brighter, and sweeter,
with hints of roses, or magnolias,
of lemongrass, and thai basil;
of hope
of all the things I loved and longed for,
yet couldn’t make out
in the dimness of the early day
( in the darkness of your shadow)
Morning sunlight peeks through
my wavering eyelids
and I accept its request,
satisfied
As easily as the seasons change,
your memory lost its colors
gradually, unnoticed by my own eye;
with open arms
I've embraced the new stillness
your absence affords
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
Its been two months
and I can't remember your face
Even in my dreams,
you come to me only as a feeling,
intangible, just out of reach
But I'm not reaching
I'm content to let it slip by
pass away, slowly,
the light has already faded
for the day;
for my lifetime
Dawns taste differently now,
brighter, and sweeter,
with hints of roses, or magnolias,
of lemongrass, and thai basil;
of hope
of all the things I loved and longed for,
yet couldn’t make out
in the dimness of the early day
( in the darkness of your shadow)
Morning sunlight peeks through
my wavering eyelids
and I accept its request,
satisfied
As easily as the seasons change,
your memory lost its colors
gradually, unnoticed by my own eye;
with open arms
I've embraced the new stillness
your absence affords
