ole kuyioni josphat
Memories Are Butterflies - Poem by ole kuyioni josphat
Nine Months ago,
I stumbled into you
thinking it is the beginning of happiness
So vivid are the memories
the scent of the perfume, the one you had the first time I saw you
The innocence behind your eyes, ,
the ivory between your lips, so properly arranged
the hue of your skin, not so dark not so light
I held my breath for that feeling to last a little longer…
I knew the second I would breath out, it would all fly away… with the wind
and forever remain memories
I saw you walk away
as I count your steps
should I stop you? Should I call you back?
a large battle is looming
will the head or heart win?
..and like a shadow you disappeared
into the silence of the night
and forever you are gone
will I ever forget you?
How when your smooth giggles still punctuate my nights
How when your melodic voice still hums in the kitchen
ever wondered why I dance in the rain?
the rain is the cleanser that washes away my tears
I do not have tangible materials
but I have my own little money
that will keep me.....at least till December
but in my heart, I have everything
It wont be about money
but you made it appear, the old record still replays
and the memories reappear, ,
but like butterflies disappear
when the rains fall and the thunder shudders
I ask myself, should I have stopped you?
but how do I?
would I have done it differently?
Yes! I thought to myself
I should have walked away the first time we met
to find my own happiness
the memories like butterflies
fly across my eyes and cloud my vision
I have to remind my mind
I got a mortar engine, I can anchor it firm
to stand the storm
I am tired, feeling unwell and I have some work to do…
so my former darling… allow me to pen off…
I will write to you again someday…
when the pain is bearable
hopefully by December
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