up the hill

As memory goes,

We wander up the path,

My mind upon your stepping rhythm,

Or perhaps focused on my own,

So as not to disrupt what may follow.

As our breath becomes heavy,

We reach our stop.

The cliffs growing larger with every thought,

Gazing out I recall a haze of blue.

Dark, yet beautiful.

It is in this moment that I'm unable to honestly say whether it was you or the view that kept my heart so light.

Slipping back to reality we search for the way,

I stumble and we meet.

There's something about the way your eyes locked with mine,

Though they shifted quick, desperately drinking in every surrounding 

The way our breath stood together, and how every nerve in my body screamed as you caught me.

It is the feeling of this moment, so pure and rare, that rings through my mind.

I'd like to say that love is a state of existence,

That we understand it the second we live it.

I've come to understand that this is not the case.

For it is in the way I see your gaze, when my eyelids fall heavy

Or the way I still hear your voice and the words identical as the room falls silent 

The most dismissed words, whispered by your lips, become my air

The mere memory erasing every line from my mind, 

wiping it clean of everything in between those delicate moments.

The feeling so strong that for a single breath, I forget it has passed

Snapping back to reality I see the one you catch now.

I see a person I once knew

I see the one I fell hopelessly in love with, 

The one that will never know, because the air was perfect as it was. 

Or so I thought

If I had said it, would you still be mine?

wonderment stains the glass of recollection, 

but the nostalgia waves over me without mercy. 

A feeling, extended through a seemingly endless moment

That's all that remains of our brief story.

You may never be told directly, 

But I like to think you know.

That you've known the whole time, 

and that I cross your mind from time to time, just as you do mine.

I keep you at the front of my mind

Comparing everyone's steps to those of yours.

It's incredible how dull and lifeless adventures become when they lack your silver tongue.

My final thought is never how I wish to travel backwards, 

Or how I wish we never parted.

But of how tragic, yet beautiful it is to have been able to both love and lose you so early.

Reviews

[Katerina Grev]

Beautiful poem, you did a great job of showing how easy it is to fall in love with someone and how easy it is to lose them. Everything happens for a reason and people come and go in our lives very openly, even if we wish they didn't. You live and you learn, every new person brings a new experience and a new lesson to teach. Keep writing

[Rassoul]

Such an amazing poem, Bryanna. So good at picking words, keep writing!