Cold breeze from the beach touches upon
the memory from our final conversation
I find sand in my pants from that cloudy night
I hold it again but it slips away again
This time I clean away the dust collected
My mind survives its own ruin sometimes
I put my ear to the shell from that cloudy night
it still echoes the silence you left behind
“You’re the girl I never met
The girl I’ll never meet”
I tell myself this lie
because lies are what I believe in easily
Why does your memory reach me like
the dying light of stars in my eyes right now
I wish it was a cloudy night like that night
When the stars refused to appear
because they were busy creating that memory
that lies like ruins in my mind
Nice poem
Expressed well
Liked it
Thank you Akshaya
Really nice! I love the reference you made to the sand and the memories that are past! Really great!
That’s sweet of you. Thank you 😀
I enjoyed the imagery and metaphors within the poem. Keep it up!
Thank you Cayman 🙂
Thanks for sharing the amazing post.
Your welcome i guess
Nice write 💡
Thank you Daisy
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The memory of a past love … it does sting a bit, any recollection of that time instantly bringing that sadness afresh. Beautiful.
Thank you Pritish. Glad you liked it!