When the last memory says
I have to remember
all the layers that whisper in these rooms.
My fingers become blind
to the passing warmth of years
my lips have forgotten
way too soon.
I always knew
the rambling name
of the nights when I smiled
at the voices of the stars.
This is when I felt the air lingering
inside of a time
when I knew I could stand
where you are.
Faded hours fall
from my childhood scars
like solemn words set fire in streams
to all I speak.
Still, I accept your arms
and give you all my love,
knowing.......
no breath of mine will sleep.
A knowing is left
like a sound subdued in my ear,
and I savor the notion
that your words lie underneath.
I read each line
one more time....until,
the end of us
is a tear
I'll never weep.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
When the last memory says
I have to remember
all the layers that whisper in these rooms.
My fingers become blind
to the passing warmth of years
my lips have forgotten
way too soon.
I always knew
the rambling name
of the nights when I smiled
at the voices of the stars.
This is when I felt the air lingering
inside of a time
when I knew I could stand
where you are.
Faded hours fall
from my childhood scars
like solemn words set fire in streams
to all I speak.
Still, I accept your arms
and give you all my love,
knowing.......
no breath of mine will sleep.
A knowing is left
like a sound subdued in my ear,
and I savor the notion
that your words lie underneath.
I read each line
one more time....until,
the end of us
is a tear
I'll never weep.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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