You do not write
like you once did
a greyscale past
melting away into
a rainbow present
thoughts come and
go, but you do not
try to trap them like
the fireflies of your
wasted, forsaken youth.

You do not run
like you once did
your legs ache quicker
these days, a soft
sort of pain that
refuses to leave
the air comes and
goes, filling your
breaths with a
wistful reminder
of carefree mornings.

You do not talk
like you once did
the words falling
over your mouth
as your whispers
cloak themselves
over your screams
like the rain drowns
out the sound of
staccato song over
a half opened window.

The days turn to years
in the blink of a half
opened eye, a moment
in time slips away until
we decide to revisit it
in the guise of a memory
they don't know how to
hide it, this unending stasis
where all days are the same
but I remember the touch
of your hand, the darkness
in your voice, as you laughed
and called me by my name.

- Avitaj

@accismus @thegreymetaphor @raika_ @dopamine

Picture credit- Corsin Taisch