32. Story of a summer
We met in april, somewhere when the summer began,
maybe it was a tale of summer but not the end of it
I wanted to tell you so many things but I didn't.
perhaps we lacked time before you packed your bags.
Still can't erase a bit of those moments from my brain,
how we were filled with innocence,
because we laughed at goofy things,
and it still turns my cheeks red,
I wanted to tell you so many things but I didn't.
perhaps we lacked time before you packed your bags.
Still can't erase a bit of those moments from my brain,
how we were filled with innocence,
because we laughed at goofy things,
and it still turns my cheeks red,
when I ride those pictures again.
Started with that awkward little hug,
you spread an unforgettable redolence.
We uttered something because we couldn't be speechless,
and how you traced me down my waist the next moment with your slender fingers,
we spoke a syllable less.
For the time we spent together in that immovable space,
in the hearth of its fireplace, it was still there.
Laid out concrete thoughts on the damped wood fire that day,
burnt marshmallows and sweet smell surrounded,
It felt time has stopped all of a sudden,
with the only thing moving was the space in which we left the imprints of our journey.
In the space that had the smell of your presence,
I could feel your gentle arms being touched to mine and my sleek hair rolling over your neck.
I had so much to feel that moment,
and then you pushed your head to kiss me.
It sucked out my soul,
Started with that awkward little hug,
you spread an unforgettable redolence.
We uttered something because we couldn't be speechless,
and how you traced me down my waist the next moment with your slender fingers,
we spoke a syllable less.
For the time we spent together in that immovable space,
in the hearth of its fireplace, it was still there.
Laid out concrete thoughts on the damped wood fire that day,
burnt marshmallows and sweet smell surrounded,
It felt time has stopped all of a sudden,
with the only thing moving was the space in which we left the imprints of our journey.
In the space that had the smell of your presence,
I could feel your gentle arms being touched to mine and my sleek hair rolling over your neck.
I had so much to feel that moment,
and then you pushed your head to kiss me.
It sucked out my soul,
tirelessly waiting for being poured
out from this earthly body of pain, pleasure and sin.
That space in the corner of fireplace stayed still,
the same,
This space between me and you.
There was so much to write in my dreams that day,
Story of my summer days,
so much to keep alive in my veins,
sparing an empty handed lie as we bid goodbye,
promising each other to meet again
and all of it was a lie, so much for the truth to be.
I didn't stop you that moment,
I sulked at myself that I should have had,
somehow believed you'd come back,
I would stop that moment when you'd be mine again,
in this space with endless summer days.
That space in the corner of fireplace stayed still,
the same,
This space between me and you.
There was so much to write in my dreams that day,
Story of my summer days,
so much to keep alive in my veins,
sparing an empty handed lie as we bid goodbye,
promising each other to meet again
and all of it was a lie, so much for the truth to be.
I didn't stop you that moment,
I sulked at myself that I should have had,
somehow believed you'd come back,
I would stop that moment when you'd be mine again,
in this space with endless summer days.