I use to believe that the sky and earth never meets, but then she came and introduced me with the concept of sunset and sunrise. I was amused by how could something so much complicated can be so much simple. Everything stopped as I looked into her eyes, for first time in my life, my watch stoped working....... and time froze.....
(1) Let’s take a stroll down memory lane. When you was my babe and I was your guy. Wearing matching colors, yeah we was so fly. Kicks stayed fresh. As we Expressed. How Clean We dressed. No Dirt on mine. Nike Air Force Ones. Freshness takes time. Those moments I sure miss mines. Just you and I.
(2) Let’s take a stroll down memory lane. When we saw each other recently You thought the same. Missing me interesting. You paused.... I saw that look in your eyes. Caught by surprise. You gave me a hug. Then we said our Hello & Hi’s. As our blood pressure rise. Overexcited we couldn’t hide it. I tried to play it cool like how I talk. I tried to play it smooth just how I walk. I guess I couldn’t hide it. Too much excitement.
(3) Let’s take a stroll down memory lane. On a social media website we met. We didn’t know each other but we took a bet. Exchanged information we were almost a like. You were more successful but it was you that I liked. I got to know the person you are even from afar. Like when I look up to the sky at the stars. I used to wonder where you are. Because I wanted to be next to you. My particular interest was you. I took that long trip on a bus. So no more space can get between us. No more time will intervene us. They should of seen us. I met your mom, your little brother, and niece. Your older sister passed away R.I.P. silently. You gave me a tour of your life which now is the past. I understood the situation and the moment we had. Yes! I’m To Blame. I decided to end it. The distance was driving me insane. After spending time with you it wasn’t the same..
A shaft from the golden sun, reclined peacefully in my lap. The amber gleam reflected back, and gently baked the solemn land. An ardent whisper furnished the woods with a viridescent scent that woke up the woods. Silver songs of sleek streams, chased the lullabies away; gently. Ancient tress cuddled the wind, their leaves clapped in sheer bliss The broken winged white eyed bulbul, warbled hymns to lift the curse. Scarlet tainted vintage letters resting in the rustic mailbox, await your tender touch; while they chant for a past long gone. But lily livered clouds, they have turned your courage into a yellow illusion. So now defy the toxic words and the errors you made, A different person inside your skin, long ago, burned our hearts on the hateful flames.
Who still remembers how he looks like? No, it's his cousin who's always in red, asking everyone to keep calm, and... He still keeps silent in spite of the fact that he's fading away in our mind. (A dangling strand of curly hair a buttoned up, and earrings which never come at a pair.)
Either traffic or time washes him away, as no one has ever noticed now his shadow under the sunset is even longer than the toss-and-turn we once had at nights. He’s the only one who will be quiet when listening to others but we just snub/phubs him, and keep passing by.
I saw a payphone while I was waiting for the traffic light at a intersection today. It reminded me of the row of payphones at the hallway in my high school. It was the time when there were no cell phone and Internet, and many people would rush as quickly as they could just to make a call during sessions. I admire that the UK still value their traditional payphones and promote them as tourism attractions, unlike those in my country have been gradually forgotten. I feel kind of sad but can't do anything with it.