《it's archaic》sky as mine

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☾︎ sitting on that countryside bench,

with spring falling on your faded blue jeans,

i can see you in the wind as i stand in my balcony,

these roads aren't as familiar as they used to be,

back when we were still haunted by ghosts and childhood dreams,

back when living only meant to just be.

☾︎ frozen in time like the tears of your mother's eyes the day you wanted to leave,

that was the day you grew up and;

it's as if she was staring at the shadow of someone she never knew of;

i could never forget the skyline that second, silenced in sadness,

the world felt so vacant,

i never understood why the glimmer of light never left my memory;

but tonight is different, i wonder,

can you look up the same sky that i can see?

☾︎ there's something wonderful;

i've heard it's a broken heart's remedy,

but i just wish you were here to tell me,

'it's foolish to believe in things like these',

i wonder, is that why you went away from our city?

our once upon a time lasted as long as a summer intrigue.

☾︎ i'm sitting here in my balcony,

at the same spot where you used to read,

listening to the indie records you left behind;

i'll still hold on to any

traces of you that i can find,

making so many assumptions from time to time,

all i know about you now is from guessing games in my mind,

i swear i can almost sense you as the colours overwhelm the night.

☾︎ the november flushed rose dripping with grief,

your faint cherry blossom heartbeats,

the scent of a hotel lobby i have never seen,

your return from a home you've only once been in,

i can feel the rarity in way the stars align tonight,

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i'm just hopelessly wondering,

do you look up at the same sky as mine?

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a/n do you look for someone familiar in the old lanes by your house even though you know you're not going to find them there,

but you just look anyway,

for your own sanity?

: told from the perspective of the childhood friend that was left behind in their hometown— their story is described in my next poem “thirteenth day of october” in this book.

- : about two friends who separated ways, told from the perspective of the friend left behind.

- : about persevering so hard to achieve all your dreams and still patiently waiting, told from the perspective of the friend who moved away’s sister.

one of my lesser "fancy" works; still hoping you enjoy reading :)!

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