Palms
poem by:
Suzie Lemons
Written
on Dec 23, 2016
My eyes keep rewinding what we once shared, felt, experienced, loved, and witnessed. I don’t mind the present, I don’t mind it at all. Don’t you worry echoes reassurance, don’t you worry at all. But I do, I really do. I do because the sun dried up the leftovers our footprints left, I do because what was once ours has evaporated into thin air, nothingness. I do because your presence pierced a scar into my skin. I do because I can, and I’m allowed to feel this way. I’m allowed to miss the relationships I once had in another planet, because that’s how it feels. It feels as though I’ve landed on Mars but I’ve never left Earth in the first place. You are not forgotten, but treasured. You are not the past, but part of my present and future. You are what I’ll treasure the most in a very long time.
Tags: happy, inspirational, deep, hope,
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Patrick Lean commented:
I loved reading this, your line (I do because your presence pierced a scar into my skin.) cuts deep into my own psyche of thinking.
Roxanne Dubarry
commented:
Your footsteps memories may not have "evaporated in thin air." Hold on to your treasured memories, they will never desert, or forsake you.
