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Sunless Days: When There Was Us

By JPLargo

12 °C

Confined within my four corners.
Rain pounded heavily on the roof.
The wind blew chills into my window.

The ceiling turned into a silverscreen.
Where images of the past flashed.

Then there was me.
Then there was you.
Then there was us.

How the candles lit.
How the coffee simmered.
How the dew showered the bloom.
How the night gave way to another morning.
How everything seemed alright.

I remember them places.
Where we held hands.
Where we walk and run.
Where we laugh.
Where we lie down together.

I remember them melodies.
Those that we sung.
Those that we swayed to.

Them places and melodies are not the same.
Not as they were when there was me.
When there was you.
When there was us.

You are but far.
Out from my reach.
Out from my touch.

Now everywhere is cold.
Now finding my escape into warmth.
Now waiting for you.

Posted by bondabe 04:14 Archived in Philippines

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