Like a speed of sound
The years had gone by
But I still carry your memories with me.
Like rookies we fell in love
We shared things uncommon
Our hearts were sacred to only us
But were like a Forbidden City to others.
We observed sheepishly our genital maturation
We ate the forbidden fruit
And our innocence extinct
But we were tenderhearted.
Matured we had become
Until the Grim Reaper put us widely far-off
That we parted when we needed us most.
Your memories are evergreen with me
I remember your panache
Your dress sense is the top-of-the-range.
I long for the smell that came from your blouse
Each time I buried my head under your arms
It had much more lavender water kind of scent.
If only I could speak to the Grim Reaper
I would curse it out tirelessly for the
Burden of weight and suffering it bestows on me
Every single day I live with only your memories.