Memory

poetry

here our skins might be different, our years separated, our distances longer than all constellations put together, our paths on opposite colors of one silent rainbow

here where perhaps I didn’t see you with your eyes less greener from an indifferent meadow and mine way bluer with the sadness of all fallen dusks that went unnoticed

but i remember you still

i remember you from the same source tree of our last journeys, from the same walks to the coast of our city where it never stopped raining, on the same grass covered with lilacs, same grey sky waiting to tear itself open with our sun

Vaishali Paliwal 5/1/2019