RemembranceA Poem by Praveen KumarRemember meWalk silently through my doors and reminisce with me We once glowed brightly under the midnight sky, you and I We sat on benches and our mouths kept time with our hearts Words flowing from ear canal, to heart, to mind and out through the nose. We drowned in a mess of freshman philosophy and sickly sweet high school romance poetry Mixing the liquids of our fear and joy we let it fluoresce in the space above our heads We stood against the light to cast shadows upwards; we carved the sky into shapes and figures more beautiful than ourselves. At the edge of morning you handed me one last secret Standing on my toes I hid it behind the sun because you couldn't reach
I lost you in a field one evening because the cows and snails wouldn't tell me where you went The moon turned to reflect not the sun, but a thousand street-lights into the tall grass so I could find you At the edge of the water I caught you dancing, and found your hand in mid-sway we fell over the side and sat where we could see our reflection you asked me about death, and I told you a lie In my memory there was firefly music and violin light and you cast a spell to slow down time We greeted the dew half in dreams and blushing and couldn't find our way home till it was too late.
When it came time to forget you showed me how, twist grab pull and it was done You gave me a bottle of words and a notebook with our minutes pressed delicately between the pages
At the end it read "We once glowed brightly under the midnight sky, you and I. We will grow eyes and ears like branches reaching out from our chests till we can see the rest of this story carved out in giant silver cursive across time and space."
My finger finds the edge of the page and stops there, a chubby semi-colon.. The blood drains from my nail-beds as I rest my head on the crook of my elbow to remember your face, and finally sleep softly. © 2013 Praveen Kumar |
StatsAuthorPraveen KumarMalaysiaAboutAspiring Photog.Coffeeshop Philosopher.Almost Film-maker.Fun-Loving.Rocker.Curious.Wanderer.Camera Fetishists.Sometimes Writer.Afrodesiac Nihilist.Malcontent.Oblivious. Continually amazed by the.. more..Writing
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