The birth of the world
and its dying echo
can be heard in a shell
Like that, I try to find
the beginning of our end
in the silence you left behind
I lied when I told you
the first time we talked
was the first time we met
when I saw you every day
sipping your morning cup
through the cafe window that came
on my way to work
I dreamt daily but even
dreams couldn’t hold
the power to capture you
And my memory couldn’t
remember your face
You were unreal like dreams
Whenever I walked past the cafe
my head turned to remember you
till it recognised that it
lacked the power to hold it
But one day when you weren’t there
The window was devoid of even forgetting
The history of our love began
the day I couldn’t see you
It was the first day we met
Does it even matter though?
To look back at the dying
beating of our heart
What use are the memories
of trying to remember you
when I need to forget you now
My habit of turning my head when I
pass the coffee shop window still endures
only to find you not sitting there
only to end up hearing the echo of our end
NaPoWriMo Day 29: And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). This one is called “in the window.” Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?
A bit long but I hope it’s worth reading since it’s narrated in the form of a story.
Painting by Edward Hopper.
Smoke words every day. 
23 responses to “[448] The End of Our Beginning”
It’s so so beautiful, I absolutely love it! Amazingly written 🖤🤗
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Thank you 😊 Means a lot!
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“… the history of our love began” hits differently
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Thank you!
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Well…nice every word has been smoked and ashed.
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I love this comment haha
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Definitely worth the read… and a real heart-breaker!
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Thank you! Glad you liked it 🖤
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Incredible! So beautiful
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Thank you!
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Very well written! enjoyed reading it
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Thank you! Means a lot ☺️
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It brought out the sadness of lost love. ❤👩🦰❤
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Glad it did. Thank you Carolyn!
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Wonderful poem, beautifully penned.
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Glad you liked it 🙂
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Pleasure. Great read. Happy Wednesday.
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So sad.
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It sure is!
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It’s a lovely story. Like it actually happened. Some place, some time.
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That’s a great thing to say. Thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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