In an amber lit garden, I listen. It’s three minutes past midnight and I hear waves crashing in the distance, trees whistling with the wind. With nature’s lullaby, a song came on and nostalgia overwhelms me.
My fingers dance to an unfamiliar rhythm played from a playlist I thought I knew by heart.
My lips try to sing along only to realize that the lyrics have different meanings now.
My body is begging to sway to a foreign language that I am eager to learn.
As the song plays, I find myself wanting to travel its melodies and surf its acoustics. The harmonious voices putting my curious heart in a wondering trance.
I am reminded of nights we danced under fairy lights and laughed endlessly because my foot was stepping on yours every second count.
I am reminded of days we spent in the shade talking about everything that evokes ignored emotions.
Love, pain, constellations.
Only to realize that there have been alterations to my favourite song.
That the song I thought I knew stood for something more.
That the reason I kept stepping on your foot was that we heard two different tunes. That yours go 1,2 and I had a third.
And I was so caught up in the moment I ended up dancing to mix matched tunes.
I was stuck in your sea and I let the current take me away.
But as unfamiliar as we are now, you’re still my song,
And I don’t want to learn a new one.
Had I known you would be there years after our love died,
I would have loved you better.
I would have stayed a little longer.
I would have fought harder.
I should have.
I should have.
I should have.
(that’s my friend in the photo btw)
Beds are described to be empty and cold when love is lost.
However, when I slept in my bed, I knew I wasn’t alone.
I had infinite memories running through my head reminding me that
happy memories are not happy when it is not present.
That kisses are not as sweet when all I have is the after taste; and it is bitter, it is far from strawberries.
Songs lose all meaning unless we are waltzing under dimly lit skies.
I’ve lost so much of my soul
to what I thought were soul mates.
I fear that once he comes,
I’d have no soul left to give.
That him and I will stand across
each other wondering
why it did not work when
it had every chance to.
Maybe I saw you in a different light.
Where the flowers were vibrant and new.
I didn’t see that the flowers were beautiful but they were decaying.
Where the waves were hugging the shore.
Had I known that the waves were carefully attacking the shore in hopes of escaping the ocean.
It never wanted the shore but it was the only escape.
Maybe the clouds danced in the sky during sunset.
If the clouds only knew that after those colourful minutes would be darkness and a storm waiting to happen.
You showed me that there is beauty in destruction and i don’t know if I should thank you.
And with your arms around me,
I was the sea on a sunny day.
Untroubled and serene.
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
Our love like an ethereal sunset before a stormy night
was flaming with hues
too bright, too saturated
far too beautiful for this world to see.