Fragments of Forever
- nova
- Mar 2
- 2 min read
[Wow... it's been a while since I've last published anything here. Life happened, I guess. This is me trying to get my creative juices flowing again. Trying prose poetry and possibly failing but here we go.]
I need you.
I know it's stupid.
I know it's dumb.
That was a dumb way to start.
But I need you
To bring me back to myself
Like the sun brings the warmth
Back into the hearts of
Lovers and the lost.
That's what I am,
Lost... and loving.
Maybe it's ridiculous.
Stupid in so many repetitive ways.
Pathetic even.
In the deepest corners of my
Heart,
Mind,
Soul.
I need you.
Yes, you will laugh at this.
I know.
There is nothing, nothing at all
That I can give you
To say thanks, to give back.
Nothing.
Nothing but love and appreciation.
But I still need you.
I imagine,
We'd be somewhere warm.
The breeze kind against my skin,
Sunlight bouncing off our eyes, off your eyes
A warm, honey brown kind of day.
And a soft smile at noon.
With quiet laughs.
Not for the world to know,
A small whisper,
"I know."
I imagine,
Somewhere deep in a big city,
Doesn't matter where: London, Paris, L.A, NYC, Tokyo, Barcelona...
We'd be walking down the street
To whatever destination.
You'd look up at the sky,
Breathe the air in,
Perhaps wish you could see
More stars
And I would tell you, reaching
For your arm
That we are all stars anyway.
I imagine,
I'd text you, a bit scared,
Late at night, for me.
Because maybe I'd had a bad day,
A shitty boss, or a tough time
Loving myself.
And you'd call a while later,
I'd try not to cry, try to be
All proper and nice,
Like the good girl I am,
And you'd say, almost a whisper,
"It's alright, you're safe with me,
It's alright, let it go."
I imagine,
We'd be sitting on a beach,
Ibiza, Morocco, Amalfi... who cares.
You were so beautiful last time.
Heart,
Mind,
Soul.
We'd be reading in silence,
Sipping drinks already sweating,
Under the unforgiving sun of the
Mediterranean.
And I'd show you a line
From whatever book I'd be reading.
Something that cuts
Deep at my heart.
You'd reach over, grab the book,
Put it aside gently, and ask:
"Why?"
Why?
Why did it hurt that deep?
Why did it make me feel that way?
And all my words would fail
To be of any importance,
Against the softness in your voice.
I'd try to laugh it off,
Play it off.
But I would know,
That the honey brown is trickling
All the way down to my solar plexus.
So yeah,
I need you.
You can laugh, you can call me
Stupid. It's okay.
But I believe the universe binds people
Together
For a reason.
An invisible string connecting us.
In so many forms of love.
And I know,
We are there.
In it.
Not sure what form, how or why.
But still,
I believe it.
I want it.
I need it.
I need you.
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