"you told me about scars of stars and how light leaks from 'em, what a lie they told to finite, but were, still greeted as a window of infinty"
yes, I can recall that one fine evening of fall, With sweet Meadows and insects buzzing, Laying on the splendid flower bed with fingers kissing, we gazed the pastel moon which pierced through the cloud and seemed as if smiling at us, languorous and scintilla, with our backs kissing and head leaning on each other, days when our mind penned dreams, carved moments we hoped for, and how we burst in a sudden laughter, labeling it all 'dumb and crazy' , nostalgic and eternal, I still have that box of candids and Polaroids, all uncanny and less beautiful, but all jolly and none sad, even today, I can feel them sighing memories.
never ending chat in the cafeteria, long walk on the unknown trails, teasing and retorting creating our own queer criteria.
tickling and flicking, listening songs with messages, pushing and slapping we passed all death ends.
I screamed you held, you shrieked I grasped, it was us against the world, we were crystals from black dust.
those hours still whisper me, how we gazed into each other's depth, with our eyes swearing on separation, and binding hearts in forever threads, how you always talked of stars and their fallacious glitter, "such shimmery lies, aren't they?", praising that pale moon and the blots, "see it, I want to be like it, all quite and alone wearing a dress of forlorn, with ominous lovers and words a metaphor of vows and hearts" , you always mumbled, and I just smiled.
"And I smile even today, with the space chewing me, you've gone and probably forgotten me, but what you bestowed, will live eternally, and I parole to look for you in Moon, for a glimpse of smile that once bloomed."