by Everlasting   Nov 15, 2014

If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages
of your old notebooks
until with each turn
the yellow old pages
became dust in my hands


if it were for me,
I'd gather the dust in a jar,
just to pretend
the dust from those yellow old pages
were the remains of you,
your ashes,

And if I could,
I'd take that jar to the ocean.
And as I stand atop a cliff,
I"d throw the ashes
to the wind.
And as the wind
scatters them through the waves,
your ashes, that is,
I'd see them vanish
through the tides,
just as I saw the yellow old pages
in your notebooks,
vanish in my hands

just like I saw you, in a summer time,
vanish from my life.


Though if it were for me,

I'd search through the yellow old pages,

as a means of experiencing

a proper Good-bye...


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  • 3 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Judging comment:

    This piece is amazing. It blows the reader away with it's simplicity yet it is not so simple that it bores the reader. There is a sense of imagery in this piece that so many people seem to forget. There is a voice to this write that just jumps off the page and creates a wonderful sense of character. So much can be said about something so fantastically unique while still being so completely universal (each reader can take it in a way that is personal to them without losing the authors "true" or intended meaning.)

  • 3 years ago

    by Mihir Deshmukh

    Wow like it's a stunner. Great job!

  • 3 years ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    what a awesome imagination.
    Well done, very creatively written .

  • 3 years ago

    by Rob

    Intense! Good Ink

  • 3 years ago

    by ah satan 666