hi guys! sorry for the late hour that i’m posting today, i had work all day so i didn’t get myself organized until now. here’s a poem called space, which i wrote as an exercise in my creative writing class in high school! it’s simple but i’m pretty fond of this poem :) let me know what you all think!
The lingering memories of childhood is impossible to forget like the smell of expensive scent. Speaking of which, though she was 21, he met and turned the ages leftside right. He was her time machine. She visited her innocence far more time than she visited with any of her girlfriends. But somehow, her aura became contiguous, turning her beloved into a child.
The dread in time knocked the reality as they left the college days. She easily cracked the interview, moved onto a job. But he was stuck under the clock of fate, imprisoned with ignorance and forgetting about being a provider.
She waited and waited, but he was too immature to see the distance future and her needs. So she made a decision of taking up silence, teaching him about the hardship of incoming days.
She said, she don't remember him at all and the memories - which they held like a pearl of wonder. He was shocked and unrecoverable but the ratio of absorption from the reality tuned the bonsai into the tree again.
Now he's 25. Well settled. And he's able to see what his girl wanted for him to be. Though he sometimes think, she would have just told - he also understands that man needs to feel and empathise with his surrounding.
She moved on like a bird finding for the safest tree to fetch her nest for coming offspring and rainfall. In-between, she checks for his account and whether she's unblocked by him. And on the keyboard, one can see - his name letters are the one which is most faded. But make no mistake, she's moved on, but she still remembers her childhood which she left in him. 💜
Voy soñando, voy caminando, voy en la arena dejo mis huellas, voy y el mar me las va borrando, voy. - Victor Jara
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