in the days we live,
time is both cruel
and kind;
our separate clocks are ticking
and
washing the pain
and our wonderful memories.
our time together is past us now,
our clocks tap to a different beat,
but it was one of those moments
where we were temporarily in sync
that unveiled the shadows from
my eyes and mind.
is it strange that
only now I see your hand
extended to reach mine?
maybe I blindfolded myself to you
after we parted ways.
a remnant of the string
that bound us ages ago
is still tied to you,
much like how it's
fastened around my wrist;
a constant reminder.
the burning red of the string
is now finally
fading in the sunshine
that shines brilliantly in my eyes.
I start thinking about
the us that we can't go back to
no matter what.
But there's no time for regrets
or what-ifs,
our clocks are ticking away.
I close my eyes against the brightness
and listen to the ticks of our pendulums
drift towards each other.
When they sync,
I take your hand and smile.
We can start a new beginning,
a new friendship,
and walk away from the shadows
together.
hello there! sorry for such the long dry spell over here.
this is based on some real life happenings... my first love and I are...reconnecting you could say, which is very easy to do since we've known each other for so long. to be honest, I'm glad, because I value the friendship I had with him for a long time. this poem was inspired by the song "Answer," which I have recently found and love. watch it at this link, I love the lyrics a lot. you'll see many references in my poem to the song.
