Farewell, To My Spark
This is about someone who once lit up my world. I realized even in the ever-growing distance between bonds we leave behind, there still lies memories that can strengthen us...and that the memories we carry aren't always bad. A farewell to a fleeting light with gratitude to the spark that helps keep me going. Basically, memory is a comfort, the grief can be used as strength, and you then find the courage to grow with that—even apart."
Headnote: I wrote this while listening to "Line" by Sukima Switch and felt the words poured out while I thought about what running towards the future entails as the song seems to focus on that. Coupled with a few personal feelings, I feel like the music and my poem share a synergy. Give it a quick listen! Maybe it'll make the reading experience much better.
Posted at 12:28AM on 06/03/2025.
The only warmth left at times during the spontaneous lonely, lonely nights resides in the deepest, forgotten thoughts of my mind.
My memories carry an undeniable ache but tonight delivers sweetness.
Why does the comfort of a long forgotten lullaby give such peace that I've almost fallen asleep like a swaddled newborn?
When I am alone, crying, and there is no one besides me to share my pain,
My crying heart finds you waiting there when I expected no one.
The comfort of having been looked at long ago swells my chest with a strength I forgot I could fall into.
With a startled tremor, it allows me to get lost in moments that I will never return to.
Is it okay to use the past as a shield from the rain even if you are no longer my home?
Even though, we are different people
those moments support me up like a pillar.
Love, I get it nowhere else
and even now despite everything,
you are the one who loves.
It is because of that 'you' that I am smiling tonight.
The urge to cry wells up in my chest,
When does it get easier, this tumultuous, unforgiving life of mine?
The candle's tiny wick that burnt out long ago like a match with no more strength to ignite is now sparkling with fondness tinged in regret.
Its brilliant luminance is like the light from a fishing boat, pointing to shore.
There in my mind, sparkling.
You are there, ignited.
Briefly but surely illuminating the darkness.
Though, we never saw eye to eye,
and our souls sung in differing tunes,
it is you that gives me this unexpected burst to take off and run into the future.
I hope that when your thoughts, even during random moments of the day,
when routine becomes excessively boring,
that you also find motivation in what we used to share.
Running, yelling, and knowing love is out there because of each other,
this is what life is all about.
Growth apart, apart but growing,
Rewrite your future with pure-hearted strength!
Because we are in the other's mind, sparkling,
ever so fondly.
About the Creator
April
I grew up writing fiction for fun in my late tweens when I was learning about what fandoms were. I'd like to do it again now that I'm a woman. Enjoy and thank you! P.S. Constructive criticism is welcomed!
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