i. i see you and it's like august again;
golden rays streaming through window blinds,
broken up melodies fluttering in the room,
pieces of forever strewn across the walls as
i dissect my heart. and somewhere i find pieces
of you in that heart of mine, tucked between
citron memories and charred remnants.
ii. you gifted me three forevers. held my hand the
first time with glass slippers. danced with me in
twilight whispers the second. clinked glasses of ruby
red the third. and we're drunk on reminiscence and
warm august afternoons. we're not written in the stars
or the night sky, we're written in the oranges and
pinks of sunset, written in the blues and purples of dusk,
spilling ruby droplets onto the sky as we giggle into eternity.
iii. and one day, we'll sip prose and poetry in the
august days of oranges and pinks. we'll return to sticky
summer days of golden rays and nervous smiles, on the
coattails of euphoria as we gulp down frothy beginnings.
again, the sky will bow to us and the ocean will soar,
and we will discover the secrets embedded in the clouds
once more. and until that day comes, know that i'll be here
with that memory of you.
iv. one day it will be august again,
and somewhere along the way,
there will be you and i.
Here's to you Anlee!
Remember that piece in June-July you posted a comment on? I haven't forgotten you know. We don't interact much since you're only semi-active, but gosh when we do, it's almost magical. You take me back to moments long ago, take me back to smiles and setting summer suns. There's simply something magnetic about you and it has been such a pleasure being able to interact with you. You are such a sweetheart, such a delight, and you never cease to make me smile. Until we meet again, may all be well with you.