over bubble tea

I do remember,

screaming up

the attic stairs.

Pulling on your hair

and kicking your shin.

I remember

reading your stories,

looking into

those secret parts 

of your soul.

On losing hope,

dying worlds,

and finding love

behind those crumbling walls.

And sharing

simple conversations,

meaningful hugs,

that “Yes,”

to my

“I love you.”

It means so much

to share

a memory with you,

especially

a memory on bubble tea.

Author's Note

HAHAHA. I guess you would find the connection with my other poems. Hopefully. I tend to lose my vocabulary when a poem decides not to write itself.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Hmm. Cute poem about simple and/or complex moments inspired by simple things.

[Kate]

yay for bubble tea! haha. this is such a cute poem. :)

[The Watcher]

Very interesting poem. I liked it, and kudos to you.

[Legolas]

I loved it!

[Alm]

Hey Legolas :D Thanks, again!

[Legolas]

your welcome

[....]

This is wonderful, I enjoyed reading this.

[Alm]

Thank you! :D