I remember
Sometimes I see you in a tune
In flesh and blood
Like a musical note that gave birth
To the symphony of memories that
Once remembered how it felt to be touched.
I play the song again and again in my nights
I sing myself to sleep.
Sometimes a falling leaf reminds me
Of how you fingers gently
Tumbled upon my skin
And I like a idiot
In the middle of the night
Press my skin against them
Just to see if I still feel,
To see if it was you who brought sleep.
Sometimes the howling wind
Reminds me how your tears felt
Crushing against my breast
As you softly wept.
Sometimes I feel the autumn rain
Thrash against them,
Just to see if it feels like you.
But to tell you the truth
I have no use for you
As long as I have a tune, a leaf
Some autumn rain,
I would be happy
Just with the wad of things
That reminds me of you
In flesh and blood
Like a musical note that gave birth
To the symphony of memories that
Once remembered how it felt to be touched.
I play the song again and again in my nights
I sing myself to sleep.
Sometimes a falling leaf reminds me
Of how you fingers gently
Tumbled upon my skin
And I like a idiot
In the middle of the night
Press my skin against them
Just to see if I still feel,
To see if it was you who brought sleep.
Sometimes the howling wind
Reminds me how your tears felt
Crushing against my breast
As you softly wept.
Sometimes I feel the autumn rain
Thrash against them,
Just to see if it feels like you.
But to tell you the truth
I have no use for you
As long as I have a tune, a leaf
Some autumn rain,
I would be happy
Just with the wad of things
That reminds me of you
posted by sorceress insence at 3:56 AM
2 Comments:
Thank you for your beautiful words that I discovered accidently. Perhaps you might link my site www.mps1956.blogspotcom. I actually need your help trying to reach a link from your site, Naresh. He and I linked sites a long time ago but I have not been on his site recentlly and when I tried it tells me that I need to have permissions from the author to read it but I cant find another e-mail for him. Would you be so kind as to make a contact with him and ask he write me giving permissions. Much thanks in advance for your help. I miss reading his work.
you are gone but i see you still and i cry.
and then i ask again, did i really love you? are these tears for you or for those things that now bring you back to me ever so briefly?
you, i nor that little bundle were forever. my loss however transient is a loss.
i do not want my tune, my leaf or my rain without you.
is it cowardice to not want you before, for fear of the pain your loss would bring now?
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