Memories. That's all we have now.
Memories of days in the Sun, days of laughter and play.
Days that before our eyes seem to have suddenly slipped away.
Days when we could just up and leave, without a care.
Days when making plans and commitments didn't seem like a dare.
Days when we could just touch and stretch out hands for a shake.
When rubbing skin against a stranger wasn't counted a grave mistake.
Days when we shared blankets instead of peeking in response to "hellos".
When we could just fly and like Angels happily rocked our halos.
Days taken for granted, moments we thought would always last.
Days now gone by, the worst we feared is here at last.
The worst has come but what next we must ask?
How do we make the most of the daunting and arduous task?
These days in the storm, and in the conundrums of hell's fire.
How can they prove to us the infallible truth that the Devil is a liar?
How can we find strength to turn houses once again to homes, love cubicles?
Filled with warmth and laughter and the calm assurance that we are each other's miracles.
How can actions of love transcend the realm of primal instincts?
And morph into intercourse that goes deeper than collision between sheets
How can this serve as a reminder of our common denominator, our humanity,
And instead of ending us, help me find my way back to you and you to me?
Days when we shared blankets instead of peeking in response to "hellos".
ReplyDeleteWhen we could just fly and like Angels happily rocked our halos.
"How can actions of love transcend the realm of primal instincts?
And morph into intercourse that goes deeper than collusion between sheets"
These are my favorite lines 🙌. I love the rhetorics and the rhyming gave it a sing-song feel.
This is really beautiful!
Knowing you too are a creative, I really appreciate your comment.
DeleteI hope though that these days quickly pass away,
and that they do not leave scars that wouldn't go away.
Thank you Doc.
Wow...c'est beau
ReplyDeleteIt's reminds me one of celine Dion song.
Days when we could just touch and stretch out hands for a shake when rubbing skin against wasn't counted a grave mistake.
I just click the share button.
Aww, Rachael! I would love to know which song of Celine it is. Thank you for your kind words, thank you so much for sharing.
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