On a sunny afternoon years later when raindrops are kissing the parchment,
a rainbow hiding just behind the tree,
I imagine you making your way across mine,
Our eyes meeting with a smile immediately flushing our faces;
Save a bit of hesitation, we walk towards each other’s soul through eyes
bridging our bodies with small little steps.
I ask you of the bygone when our eyes never met, our ears yearned to listen to each other’s laughter yet I confess none of such. A bleak “where have you been” is all I manage to muster, where’s the courage you exhibit against the tyrants hiding in your soul I wonder.
As we began to talk save the pleasantries,
an era of happiness dawns in on me,
a lifetime of sadness for the realization that we will part only moments later,
with these lived scarce seconds like a burden
burying me in soil that remains wet so that when the time for burial has passed, my skin could
be dug up again to inflict fresh wounds laced with salt from the Himalayas if you may.
As words travel from one heart to another,
I manage to hold my heartbeat for a moment and cry out,
have the seasons changed so much that we’re not the ones to walk every mountain together?
Once hands tucked deep within our pockets well knowing that were one of us to fall stumbling,
the other would smilingly follow to have a little more of an ever-ending commodity that
holds us hostage till the end of times.
Unapologetically, you walk away,
new faces that make you happier than the existence of my soul
in a fragment of your memory ever could, wait,
taking away the person I once dared to call a friend.
