Fleeting Memories
- Chan

- Sep 26, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: May 17, 2024

I look at the shining stars and can feel his hand up in the air
Tracing Orion with one, pulling me closer with the other
The wind blew cold then, just as he would, as I wait longer
And I knew The One was a myth and there is no true lover
Huddled up under the covers, my hair clutched into her fists
I was snorting at an insane joke, fuelled by everyone's giggles
That day, that room felt like a place I could breathe free
Who knew later I'd choke in room of smoke, to forget and flee
I thought home was my safest bet, warmth on my mother's lap
It was soothing until it grew too hot, I needed to get back
I thought my fearful tears would grant me a lending hand
But every love has its limits, some torments that last beyond
Perhaps people bustling around would make the difference
Light hearted jokes, empty banter, the joy of sudden plans
But without an occasion, would they even wish you well
You might as well look for diamonds in an oyster's shell
At last, I built the walls and stayed in, under the warm blankets
The feeling of hot chocolate and my favourite novel in silence
Just as easily, the darkness creeps behind and you're lonely
What's the worst that could happen? You could become your own worst enemy






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