Nostalgic Rainy Afternoon
Nostalgic Rainy Afternoon I close my eyes create an opaque image diminishing the light flashing in the void, but in so doing, I get lost. I scream, silence steals my voice, so, I return to thought. Wandering around like this, between images I could never touch, memories withering until my will is faint, sitting on the corroded bench time left me, I wait for small confiscated moments. The day we met to share old stories no one remembers. I paint stars in the sky so you do not notice I am so small. I leave a trail of footprints on the sand, tell my stories, convince you I am true. I place an order with the universe so you are assured I'm still here. On nostalgic rainy afternoons I travel to your thoughts, so you do not forget all that I remember.