Memory, often a delicate image that brings a sensation of forgotten joy,
” It is like a blossom of laughter that evades the clutch of winter”I hear. 

I have longed for summer’s touch , perhaps a spring that will immensely repair these pale roses in my heart . 

The urge to abolish the echoes of her deafening voice haunts me, like a camera I snared the unappealing image of her chapped lips. 
A monologue transpired in my thoughts as I stood vacant, in disbelief that this is the last memory I have of you. 

Could you not wait to till we both take our last breathes like you promised? 

Your contagious laughter dwells in my heart like a seed , my fingertips await to touch your roughly textured hair once more. I yearn for your visit, this time I will look into your cognac brown eyes and tell you how much I love you.




  • Author: nokthula (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2024 18:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: It is pivotal that we love whilst we have the opportunity. We all have a journey to fulfil and we should not be afraid to express the love that we have for on another and create memories, because it allows us to connect , remember and reflect.
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