i recall

a faded morning

lingering back in the town

of my hazy memories

it embraces

the scattered traces

of my lost imagination,

the resonance of

pitter-patter, pitter-patter

of heavenly water

against the foggy glass

of my bedroom window

i remember

moisture absorbed into air,

soft and heavy,

as the tip of my

cold and pale forefinger

caressed it,

the smooth crystal

of the glass

and i wrote your name

over 'n' over,

over 'n' over,

for i couldn't think

of anything

but .

oh it took me a while

to step down

the crisp window seat

of my shady bedroom

and i had my back

to your name

for two seconds,

two seconds...

ah..

who knew,

who knew

that it took

two seconds

for present

to mould into a

for moments

to change into

memories

for a soul

to become a

lifeless corpse..

for it took me

two seconds

to turn around

and it took you

two seconds

to become a

and gift me

memories

that i carry around

in the brittle bones

of my long forgotten

lifeless corpse..

two seconds

for the imprint

of my cold and pale forefinger

to fade into

a whisp of nostalgia

darling,

i have been so long in love

with metaphors

that are rich in depths,

with a tainted look

of peeping reality

and i feel bad

because you never

stayed back

and i never got a chance

to thank you for the trance

you left me in

so here i am,

for you're gone

and i'm left

all alone

with the best of

i ever encountered