"younghood" poems
Between those two pages
of an abandoned book,
over my messed up table.
a moment is kept,
pious and complete.
A memoir of
younghood and innocence,
and emotions of being worthy,
with you.
It is safe within those pages.
A long journey
Since then, but
all passed, in a moment.
while we stayed awake.
May be some day,
it would be opened
to see and cherish.
what we had,
and what could have been hold.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC