An Everlasting Moment
Time is relative; sometimes a moment can pass by like the gush of a wind. Other times, the hands of the clock seem to move at a pace almost sluggish.
In my written words, I find yours.
“I need you,” you said.
Then what changed? Was it me or you?
Echoes! Echoes! Echoes!
I stand now where our love used to be, within me.
Empty! Echoes, only echoes!
The colourful memories losing the colour in them.
Fading! Only fading!
Did you ever look back when you turned your back on me?
I stood there quite a while before it all sank in.
done, dusted, wrapped in a sadistic bow!
Did you hear me say, “don’t leave!”
No love lost there?
The sound of your footsteps, the colour of your shirt,
The way it clung to your shoulders,
Your unwavering steps, unbothered and so sure,
How short your hair is at the back?
Never noticed so much before.
The single everlasting moment when everything paused.
Done, dusted, wrapped in an ironic bow.
I go back to that day,
remember, when I do,
can still smell the pine cone’s fragrance.
They littered the ground all around me.
Fallen so gracefully from something so evergreen.
No longer a part, yet still the tree evergreen.
The world is laughing with irony.
Is it mocking me, I wonder?
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