#bittersweetmemories
Hands on the steering.
Brain reminding.
Those vivid flashbacks
Of you cheering me
From the crowd
Where I'm singing
Those astonishing moments.
Hands on the steering,
Brain reminding
Of that smile you used to have, watching me happy,
That gaze you used to give, catching me looking at you,
Those eye rolls you gave me while I was flirting with you.
Hands on the steering,
Brain reminding
The story of you and me,
A spark that won’t be denied,
Beneath the vivid sky,
Where time itself drifts by,
With you and me
In a glimpse of a timeline.
Head on the steering,
Blood pumping,
Brain replaying one last memory:
Me and you under the cherry tree,
Sitting on the bench,
Two kids running, a puppy chasing,
Laughter in the air.
I know something isn't right,
But
I follow it anyway.
Let it fill me,
A life we never had,
And yet, for a second,
It feels mine.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
When we were younger, the night knew our names
It leaned in close when we laughed at the flame
Of moments that flickered but felt like forever,
When hearts made their vows without asking for weather.
Bare feet on the earth, no future in sight,
Just stars holding still for the length of one night.
Love came unguarded, no armor, no fear,
We trusted the now because tomorrow wasnt here.
Now time hums a different, more careful tune,
Still sings of the sun, but remembers the moon.
I carry those days like a hymn in my chest,
Not to return, but to honor whats blessed.
There’s a mercy in letting a memory breathe,
In not bending the past to beg it to stay.
Some loves are complete even left unclaimed,
Some fires are sacred because they’re contained
I love you the way seasons love the land
By knowing when not to reach for your hand
Grateful you were grateful you're gone
Grateful we existed before right and wrong
And when that old song finds its way through the air,
I don’t ache I remember. I don’t wish I care.
We were real. That’s the truth I defend.
Some loves don’t need endings to still never end
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
If I could still hold you,
In the palm of my trembling hand,
In the depths of my fragile heart,
In the whispers of my restless soul.
If I could still hold you,
In the shadows of sleepless nights,
In the echoes of forgotten dreams,
In the longing that seeps through my veins.
If I could still hold you,
In the silence of empty spaces,
In the void that your absence created,
In the ache that lingers, refusing to fade.
If I could still hold you,
In the fragments of memories,
In the pages of a love story,
In the etchings of a bittersweet past.
If I could still hold you,
In the tears that flow like rivers,
In the laughter that dances on my lips,
In the moments we shared, forever cherished.
If I could still hold you,
In the depths of my imagination,
In the realms of a parallel universe,
In the hope that defies all reason.
If I could still hold you,
In the symphony of our intertwined souls,
In the symphony that plays on, undeterred,
In the symphony that refuses to end.
Then perhaps, just perhaps,
Even in the absence of physical touch,
Even in the void that separates our beings,
Even in the vastness of this universe.
I could still hold you,
In the tenderness of my love,
In the strength of my devotion,
In the essence of who we once were.
For love knows no boundaries,
No limitations, no constraints,
It transcends time and space,
And etches itself onto eternity's canvas.
So, if I could still hold you,
In the depth of my being,
In the essence of my existence,
Then know, my love, that you are forever mine.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
When you were my Yes;
In a world full of Nos
You were the only calm I knew
Before I knew how it felt to lose,
You were the open sunny skies
Before I knew the cold winter
The way we stitched stars to our dreams…
And the way you didn’t have to ask my heart
I just recognized it on my own!
Our love was so loud..
Wild and fierce and untamed..
but It could not get louder than the voices…
the voices I was raised to obey..
and voices built cages to tame its flame
which is why the fire dimmed….
And even when I walked away
It broke me in pieces where noone could see!
And ever since I have worn silence;
I have worn silence like second skin
But you have lived in every quiet that I entered
Memories of you crawl to me
They find me in my every breath
They find me in my shadow
and just like that
I carry you like my breath
which I dont know to exhale-
I am just an endless tide pulled trembling to your hidden shore.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
Ms Anderson, Ms Anderson,
Wherefore art thou my teacher?
Grant my pen a poet's gift
Let me scribble my pencil thin,
Writing, kindling your blossom smile.
You, beautiful as you flip my file
Which has me commit to your homework, while
Sitting at home with a radiant smile.
Ms Anderson, Ms Anderson,
Wherefore art thou my teacher?
'tis true, nobody's perfect -- nobody but you.
Naughty I was and punish you did that's true.
"Write, 'I will listen in class.'" you said demure,
"on each line of those two pages; and stop being immature."
I'd Sit and contemplate, drool and scribble,
"Lovely miss Anderson. My miss Anderson"
Ms Anderson, Ms Anderson,
Wherefore art thou my elder?
Were you younger, by a decade or two,
I grant I'd hop and merrily skip,
With you on the park and buy you a sweet.
I'd look in your eyes, and call you Anderson.
My dear Anderson.
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 2:57 PM UTC
Memories of you
are dust-specks in sunbeams.
Capricious ghosts that flicker and dance
in warm liquid gold.
Elusive and volatile. Liable to cascade at a
glance.
In time they will settle. I will not,
for a while.
I will sit with ghosts. I will let them dance.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
You were that devastating thunderstorm
which, was the most beautiful tragedy happened to me
we are not together now, as it was never on the cards.
nothing is fine and I am worst without you
I don't want you anymore (I say)
I need you, in every step (I know)
You were that endless joy
which is now endless pain
I tried to forget all the moments spent with you
and, ended up in, remembering you all the times
those also were tears which never came out from my eyes
the pain was also that which I never told.
I remember all those dreams
which, we wove together
they were lovely.
I remember the soft touch of your lips, that naïve shamelessness
I remember everything
I remember all that happened
I remember all the things
I remember that rain in which,
we got drenched together
there was a flame inside us
while we were soaked (In the droplets of rain)
what was that carelessness,
In those moments spend together which passed, yet not passed
I remember such evenings (we spent together)
when you slept by my side
I kept looking at you,
I remember everything
I remember all that happened
I remember all the things
I am that broken glass which never binds
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC