For just a moment...
Let us forget..,
What we...were.
What happened,
to Us.
Our past,
like thorns in our thoughts...
Marked....with blood and loss.
We lose sight of what,
Could have been.
The valleys and mountains of your body,
A biblical garden of eden.
Your skin left scared,
Years of corrupt lovers and abandonment
Have left your earth rough.
But after many dark....dark nights,
The sun still rises...
The bright blue sky above...
The youth...has finally grown up.
The grain stands tall,
And the age old saying....stays true.
You reap what you sow.
Դլե Յաման,
կարոտ մնացի հայրենիքի
Martiros Saryan "Armenian Landscape"
Musings, alone on a Saturday night
Birthday candles blown out
Wishing for a love so true,
Eternity in awe of us.
The clay brakes off
The real me seeps through
The cracks of the facade
We put up to find love.
The distance between us grew
Our kisses were shorter
My hands, not allowed to explore
I don't blame you for it.
How could you keep loving me
Now that you know me so well?
"The Lovers II" (1928) by Rene Magritte
2,787 Miles
The old saying goes,
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder."
2,787 miles.
Coming to terms with the loss
of someone who wasn't there.
The Sun doesn't ask of you anymore.
And the Lighting to young to remember.
2,787 miles.
The bright lights, the call of the big city.
You were always destined for greatness.
My heart, didn't grow fonder.
but after all this time,
its finally let go.
Maybe the truest cliche of them all needs a remake,
"Time and Distance heals all wounds."
2,787 miles.
