Five Februaries Ago

by nourayasmine   May 28, 2020


It was a fickle afternoon.

Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment,
the clouds were rived asunder,
then merged with orange sun residues
into an autumn.

You carried the blankets,
I held the mugs
and teabags,
and chose a spot
where we could watch the fireworks.

The evening kiss lasted for minutes.

When I came back home,
my body wasn't the same.
I had bigger eyes,
a happier face.
Your lip prints on my back
smelt of honeysuckle.

The wages of that kiss
were years of
grief.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Those last lines!! Oh my heart.

    I love the pure happiness of the memory you showed us, the simplicity of blankets, tea and fireworks, yet something full of such joy and warmth. It changed you, lifted your spirits, made you feel lighter and happier inside and out... then having that taken away, and mourning the memories and this person.

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