Archivist of Vanishing People
You once sat beneath the jacaranda tree at noon and forgot how to be lonely.
She once existed.
Proof? This ash. This echo. This poem.”
You don't believe huh? I wouldn't either
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Never asleep, ever alive?
Comforting myself about you
Am I still dreaming? I ask myself.
I'd search the archive
it's so vast, and if you had lasted or perhaps lost
You once sat beneath the jacaranda tree
yeah, at noon and forgot how to be lonely.
Did life slap you instead of me
why did you fall for me?
Too selfish, you wanted me.
and wanted me only to you.
but now I'm the only one.
ever to even know you ever lived
I will be the one to write you
as I used to fight for you
You are mine, damn mine
Though it's not fine
I will catch the breath back to life
paint the memory to your eyes
I will live in dreams, in books.
Your voice is mine, not your choice
I write for you, I write as you.
But I can't write along with you
Oh my everything, I..
I couldn't offer you anything
Atleast I grow a thousand jacaranda
and be lost in the beauty of your violet
lost love lasts like life.
Live Late Lavender.
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Comments (1)
This is so raw and beautiful. You captured something eternal about grief, memory, and the desperation to immortalize someone through art. “You once sat beneath the jacaranda tree yeah, at noon and forgot how to be lonely” is so haunting. Subscribing immediately!! I am new to Vocal and this is only the second piece I’ve seen on here so far and I am so happy it was!!