Shoved in the back of my mind,
like papers in a file cabinet,
are memories as hazy as
a black-and-white film.
Old recollections of
catching fireflies,
barefoot on the grass that
was sprinkled with fresh dew;
and throwing rocks into the bay
with our toes in the water
after slyly hopping the fence.
Ancient glimpses of events
in my past float around
underneath my eyelids,
from time to time,
reminding me of the people
I shouldn't have lost and
the speeding race-car that
childhood is.
[to whoever is reading this: I've learned that one of my good friends is now resting peacefully in Florida. This kinda inspired me to write this. The years go by so fast, and I've lost so many people... But more good times are yet to come. :)]
YOU ARE READING
cloud nine
詩歌❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]
