One More Time

Memories, where do I lock you up?
Memories, why do I cling to you?

The gaze that lingered
The smile that made me breathless
The hands that held me tight
The tales of awe you narrated

As I sat confused
Whether I should just sit gushing
Feeling you so near my heartbeat
Hearing you breathe
Or listen to the tales you narrate

Oh, my stupid soul!
It never learned to concentrate
I could never comprehend your tales

How can I listen
When you are so near me?
How can I comprehend
When all I could hear was your heartbeat?
How can I interpret
When all I could see was you?

Oh, my stupid soul!
And, it turned heavy
Twitching for a gaze
Yearning for a touch
As we parted ways

And, I turned back one last time
To see you disappearing up the steps

And, I could feel the eyes moisten
As I turned my head away

Oh, my stupid soul!
It still clings to the memories
Wishing fervently for a rewind
Wishing I could listen to those tales
One more time!

Eivine

Hi! I’m Eivine, a writer who loves to prance around with words! Writing had been my ultimate passion ever since I learned to hold my pencil in the toddler days. Being a single child who didn’t have the luxury of YouTube, cartoons and video games of the present generation, my besties for life where books! My mother was the one who introduced me to the fantastic world of words that wove tales and poetry. One day when she returned from work, she had a big book in her hand. It was Enid Blyton’s “The Naughtiest Girl In The School.” I took it awestruck and asked her how I’m going to finish reading such a big book. She asked me to try it once and to both her and my surprise, I finished reading it in a stretch without even taking a break. That was my first step into the world of books, words, reading, and writing.