Nameless days: Spring

part 1 of nameless days

I met you when the magnolia blossoms had bloomed

coloring my lens of spring a tender hue

I had taken off my rose colored glasses

so often had my ideals been torn asunder

drenched in the bitter tears of relentless regrets

my soul laid shattered with the unfulfilled dreams of tomorrow

and I, scarred by nameless crimes

had forgotten the breath of happiness

my freedom had been thrown to the winds

and I walked with shadows hanging over me

unable to cross over into the sunlight where you were

And you were whisked away by the breeze

only a petal remained as a memory of your presence next to me

maybe one day I would see you again

but until then I would continue treading alone in the gray corners of yesterday.