I think you know it is you I seek
That your hands intertwine in symmetry with mine
And my heartbeat memorizes the tune of your laughter
Because I grew accustomed to the silence you left behind
Maybe you know what I wish was true
That somehow you could grace what’s still left in me
Reaching for your fleeting touch
For still I must bask in the futility.
Would you ever believe how my days passed by
When you drowned in all those awaited apologies
And the deceit of satisfaction could thus play Satan
Since I am clutched in all its glories.
And I think I know how much you cared,
For every crevice of their mouths that lit up your room
As with each passing year you meet them again
I swear that hope will at last meet its doom.
You notice the pitch of each of their voices
Recognize the way in which your name befalls them
Once more, now I ask, for where they are
The ones I must release yet refuse to condemn.
Indeed how encapsulating was the wave in your hair.
And the familiar golden hue of your sun kissed skin
I would have liked to hold on to that notion
Before it decayed in my eyes of sin.
I don’t think you know of those feather-weight shoulders
The blissful ignorance you claimed to have protected
A privilege I beg to be my right
Because my frame shall drag the inflictions neglected.
So you’re enraptured in every moment you take
Where fields beyond meadows trail your shadow
Yet now they hold your presence in contempt
Isn’t that a hard pill to swallow.
- Riya
I don’t know why this poem took me so long to complete. At first I made it at a certain point where things felt super duper weird and I just hated the way things weren’t going how I wanted them to go. And suddenly I just didn’t feel anything at all so I couldn’t bring myself to write something down. But now I mustered up some sort of motivation to finish it off so here we are!