Sting of past : Poetry

Being stroked by the moments from past

memories started to drizzle in the dark

Flooded eyes began to leak ceaselessly

drenching the ocean blue quilt I clinched

Over a silent why, drops rolled more quietly

because I was missing some in the past so loudly

Knew it or not, felt me or not, asking nothing

you just held my hands so tightly, pacifying me

Love you my love for sprinkling your warmth

for giving me space, easing the pain flow out

and letting my jumbled neurons settle on their own!

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