"vns" poems
That message I sent
On a random cosy night
Laying in my bed
And you gave it a sight
From a single dm
To texting every day
Those Long WhatsApp VNs
Gosh we had so much to say
That was all we had
In this modern-day
Maybe I'll never forget
That wink emoji you sent
Nothing ever made me blush
And forget everything that I had to vent
Hugging you for that one last time
Pretending for a moment that you were mine
Life is quite strange these days
Technology holds the power to your smile in so many different ways
For you aren't around now yet
Each memory we shared stays
In my heart and amidst my gallery in a phase
Covering everything from where we ate to where we met
Sometimes I'll stare at the sky
Wondering what would make you smile
Asking my self just the reason why
Are you away from me, a thousand miles
Is this the fate of our lasting bond
one side breaks apart and another one responds
was it the situation or the distance at play
for us not texting each other throughout the day
Maybe expecting that notification is my definite mistake
for not everyone can live up to this false piece of cake
There's not a day where I don't think of you
not an effort gone by where I wish all this was still new
It's strange how quickly special turns to normal these days
what once meant the world to me is now just a blurry haze
Despite all this, I shall keep waiting each day
for you to be back in just the same way
Those Long WhatsApp VNs
Gosh we had so much to say
That was all we had
In this modern-day
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
The spring air is sweet
bare feet touch concrete
and a breeze tickles
spring-loaded curls.
The newly painted porch swing
is urged faster as I urge
another story,
anything you can bring
to memory.
We watch the sun
set fire to the sky
violent reds and deep purples
warn of the imminent twilight.
We rock gently
and Mother moon makes her way
into star dotted sea,
suspended above us
breeze turns to chill
settled in my bones.
I retreat to your arms
my lips tremble confessions
but you sooth my tears with your own.
“All is forgiven, we’ll start again.”
Now I chip peeling pain
and watch angry storm clouds sail
like ships on the black sea
to smother Mother moon
those words ring clear as I tend wounds
inflicted by you.
As I try to forgive,
I wonder if you’ll remember
so you can forget.
-vns
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC