Monday, November 18, 2013

The Wind Has a Memory Too

My millionth letter goes unnoticed. I am again bound to cure myself from my expectations. There has not been a day where I have not thought about the distance between our faiths, how tight it is and how the universe paves for its expansion.
Stars remain my secret; how they glow and fade away indicating the sudden warmth sweeping over my chest whenever I remember you. Love is the most hurtful thing in the world, for it is all things combined.
Nothing was artificial, we found no need to run around in circles. We both would out smart our mind games, and so we skipped..

"Once you begin to write about it, it takes away from it being real"

...but what does one do when lovesick?

My beloved city required more obligation on my side. "Let me have them, instead" the city screamed.
" For I will make them bound to you forever more, they shan't love except through you, blinded by my sun and your existence. Let me have them, for I know were they should be kept."

How many winters are we bound to spend together/apart?
The distance forgets whenever I may, it grows from within me, outwards.
The city never does, it keeps my memory guarder within its curves.
Where we kissed, we shall stroll by again...

1 comment:

  1. That is a great post. The Wind Has a Memory Too ...Why Love is so complicated?