I kept your lighter when you died
Etched your name on it in gold
Beneath the evening skies
In the resplendence of Aprils colors
Frayed memories, elusive feelings
There will always be tomorrow
But you can’t expect me to forget
That your days are done now
Embellishing the truth of death
Amongst incomplete dreams of past
Tears that gleam like shooting stars
It rains flowers in my dreams
I’ll fill your lighter with combustible words
Use this poem to dry my eyes
Nursing bruises I can’t see
I seem to find you between the lines
Of all our favourite songs
The words couldn’t be wishes true
But I can pretend perhaps for a while
In the garden I made to remember you-
Can you mirror the moon
And stay by me in the darkest hours?
About the Creator
VJHD
The subsistence of our lives will live on in our words, forever encapsulating our feelings.
Words are the centre point of our existence. If we never write anything down, did we ever really exist at all?
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