The memories
Like that old, dilapidated house
Where no one lives anymore
Love, celebration, and struggle are buried there
Which belong to no one
Except the ashes
Picked up by the river's current
Cutting the waves
I come to you with that memory
I want us to see
The beautiful and nameless things that lie buried
Who knows how many oceans lie between us
Who knows how many tree roots stretch
But how much dispersion!
I want to kiss you in the same way
so that that ruined world
looks at us with its incomplete eyes
and can give us those lifeless words,
for which a man lives even after his death
What will happen is that
we will die with our memories
gazing up at the empty sky
that house below,
still lives in its ragged breaths
love will not be immortal
something that will be murmured,
in the depths of the supports
With the help of your fingers and eyes,
I will keep feeling
all those moments of our lives
that we created with warmth and love
that will somehow be home
amidst the crumbling poplars, dampness and cracks breathing slowly.
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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