9 Nov, 2024
I do remember you sometimes,
in foggy landscapes and shady trees-
the faint glow of a face,
beneath calm skies, among the mist and gloom
in the sound of silence,
I remember you sometimes.
I liked you more before I met you
your voice was enough,
the depth of conversations over the distance
awed me sometimes
the ease with which we connected got me thinking of the possibility of something more.
But it was strange to meet you in person
I'd almost fallen for a voice on the phone,
a voice I no longer remember-
Isn't it strange how easily I could forget things
about you?
We met, and that changed everything.
The voice belonged to someone else
the conversations past seemed to slip away,
a boy- not a man- too timid to my liking stood before me
and the things I liked about you grew distant and awry,
they dulled, faded away.
You did something that night,
then said you were drunk and in love,
I could feel the thick of your guilt in the air,
but could not forgive you.
What little liking was left, left my being
and the things you did right no longer mattered.
I trusted you, you wronged me.
I've long forgiven you since,
but shut the doors of my life on you-
forgive me-
sometimes I wonder if I am too cold,
sometimes I wonder if I'd been too hard on you,
sometimes.
Alas! Your aura- melancholic and strangely warm- remains,
and the memories of what went right remains.
I do remember you sometimes,
in the stillness of the night,
in the darkness and gloom,
in the sound of silence,
I remember you.
Pc. Pinterest
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