She wore a dress the color of old photographs;
The kind that knew more about history
Than any pair of eyes ever could.
And I wonder what it was like to be young
And in love at a time when people fell in love
And bombs fell too
out of
the sky
Turning it the color of blood and bashful heartbeats.
Would you ride your bicycle to get to me?
Would you climb up your violet garden trail
To see one last sunset together?
She was like a breath of wind
A whisper
under a cloudless twilight
A silent voice
From a life that was hundreds
Of miles
Away.
What are the odds that we would meet?
If you wanted to
where would you like to 5 years from now?
I miss you
And
We’d never
Even
Spoken.
Why do I only recognize you
As a memory?
-JC