Opened our lost messages
Checked the tiniest fragrance we had left
on the days when we were sober and free
Like a free verse in poetry
Still I laughed at our fancy deals;
Both the casual and the formal
I wished we could go back
Back to that moment
That moment when the thrill was so expensive
we wouldn’t want to let it go.
We were on a halt.
Or maybe not.
But we were fading away..
Like one click and all memories
would vanish into the mist;
buried six feet underneath
And perhaps there wouldn’t be a way
to resuscitate what we had back to what it was like.
The thirst for each other has receded
like flood water being pumped out
to open clogs and fan air.
Time used to be expensive. It still is now.
Before we could still afford to save
a little of our precious time to
seal some of our precious moments.
But now everything has gone up.
Then there is not enough demand,
and yet one is still supplying.
The market is close to a recession;
It’s depressing because it’s an indefinite altercation.
The banks might declare bankruptcy
since the client is deliberately withdrawing his money
leaving the other depositor unattended.
Love,
If we could go back…
But if we couldn’t,
well the earth stays on its orbit,
the stars don’t pluck on its own
and you are still you. And I still am.
We have outgrown each other
We have outplayed ourselves.
Perhaps if we couldn’t go back,
I guess It’s about time we grow apart.
To restore your ‘peace mind’ that was disturbed
when circumstances allowed us to get closer
After all, we used to be like that.
We don’t own who? or what?
single,
detached,
Two-piece.