Separate Sentiments
Do not turn back and think of me
When you can't physically touch me
When you still haven't found your lonely words
to show me the many ways that you have loved me
(if you ever did )
Let me get lost ,not to be found
Let me be gone, carried away
like a life-boat at sea that never made it to the shore
Let me be forgotten,never to be remembered
Let the running tide choke me
Let it take my breath before I can breathe
to inhale salt air, and walk again on scorching sands
Let it take my breath before hallucations take over
and make me smell the wafting scents of cocounut,
our shared ice -cream , and sun -soaked years.
May total eclipse come soon to cover this night
and many nights still yet to follow
So these eyes would not seek your eyes
Oh, those eyes ,a book of thousand stars
Glistening stars ,falling stars,wishing stars
that keep on fading , fading into nothingness
Nothingness that steals the joy of many rainbows
Rainbows that once splashed against our lighthouse,
their pastel hues on sepia paths.
Do not turn back , do not look back and think of me
It is too late to come , it is too late to hold my hand
And if the memory remains ,make new beginnings
So that tomorrow , you will not fail to lock our history
So you will succeed to seperate the living from the dead.
Fiction poem inspired by a Bruno Mars' song - 'When I was your man '
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
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