I burned all your things in June
but missed you again when July came.
Will you forget me soon?
Will I become nothing more than a name?
As if I was just that autumn breeze,
close enough to touch your skin
only to vanish
without being known, without being seen.
Will you spare me a second in your chaotic thoughts?
Will you watch the sky, and somehow miss your loss?
Will you remember us, while having your coffee?
As it was once a companion
in our endless talks.
I hope you don't forget me,
that's all I want to say.
But if you got hurt by the memories,
I'd rather be washed away.
- Author: Blue Violet ( Offline)
- Published: August 11th, 2021 23:03
- Category: Love
- Views: 22
- Users favorite of this poem: asmita, L. B. Mek, Lorna, Blue Violet
Comments3
This felt like an intimate conversation between two broken people. Fine write dear Blue Violet!
Thank you!!!
Reminds me of this beautiful song:
https://youtu.be/QcPd1SV8u44
'Will you remember us, while having your coffee?'
Those endless, aching questions we can never know the answer to. Wonderful words x
Thank you very much! And also, I really appreciate your song recommendation!
I think Arvy, phrased it best
an 'intimate conversation'
is what this felt like,
worded poetic, to serenade the passing
of a most beloved connection..
a beautifully subtle offering from you today
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thank you for your kind words!
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