Written by @Magical_poets
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I wonder do you still remember me?
It’s been years since we had last spoken.
In truth, I still dream about you.
There are nights when I wake up
with a heavy heart and wonder,
will it really matter if I stop writing down memories?
Sometimes I pause only to look back
and reflect, on what I have lost with time.
Sometimes, I don’t have words still I write.
At times, I wonder what makes you feel special,
The smile, the trust, or the way you care.
The bond, the memories, or the way you share.
Sometimes I feel like the music of your memories
often rings within my heart that
I keep getting the feeling that you’ve come.
I do remember the moment when we met.
But now nothing around interests me more,
I only pray for a night of peaceful sleep,
Let my love come and I would celebrate,
For without my love, I do not feel like celebrating.
The last time I saw her,
she is not the same as she used to be,
you can feel it in her smile,
see it in her eyes, hear it in her tone,
she has changed from what I saw her & then
there are nights when she doesn’t sleep at all.
Do you still smile at random people or
you just try to stay away from people,
Isolating yourself in a closed room.
Do you still remember people
or recollect their instances
when someone crosses your way
or you just ignore their presence.
Do you still hug people,
telling them that they are special
or you just walk away,
Not bothering to care how they feel.
Do you still love yourself enough
to give the love back because
the girl I knew wasn’t this easy to break.
It’s hard to forget someone
who gave you so much to remember.
Sometimes it’s not the love that is wrong
but the situation makes them wrong.
Trying to start over, the old me is gone.
You were there and then you weren’t.
As simple as that.
Your laughter was there and then it wasn’t.
My happiness, which sprung
whenever you laughed, disappeared.
Just because I don’t message her now,
that doesn’t mean I don’t miss her.
Now I don’t know what to talk about.
People and priorities change
and change is inevitable.
I look around the park, it’s beautiful here.
I hope you are watching it too.
And everything feels okay,
even if it’s for a little while.
Some stories are meant to be incomplete.
Cherish them. They are beautiful too
because souls like you deserved to be loved.
We are breathing in the void of
what’s left oblivious of its pain.
I tell your memories the same, they don’t leave.
I blame them for all the hope
they planted in my youth when right now
I am only harvesting despair.
But more than anything, I blame them
for the lies, they tell that you forget
the beauty that lies in the truth.
I choose to describe you in my thoughts
because I’m the only artist there.
I choose to love you in silence
For in silence, no one knows me.
I keep you in that part of the brain
where I keep things, I pretend to forget.
You are in between, the old me I desire to see,
to the memories turning dark,
when I cried on my last birthday
since I haven’t met my Grandma
in the last 2 years when she was alive.
So, my brain knows to cluster
the memories in that one part
where sadness is blown to pieces by ego.
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