#TemporalVoyage

Do you remember when you walked alone,
Looking for me without a heart of stone,
Wearing a typical outfit for an innocent one,
And you're always wanting for yellows of fun?

Yes, that was just the good old days of ours,
Where we're laughing for golden hours,
Heading to our separate homes for sure
While circling wheels making our future.

We grew up living with different hues.
They said our lives could be truly fictitious,
Yet we stood up, breathingly dreaming
With our memories proud enough from shining.

We strolled our hearts with the dancing wind.
Night's hugging the cold without a hint of sin.
Icy whispers of nature and the blazing heat
Formed our stars with cozy grass from our feet.

I inhaled the colors you've given at six.
A pack of sticks ticked tricks in every minute.
Then, we left the willow of our dreams.
I lost half of myself from soundless screams.

The wrath of February clouded our night skies,
Foggage our kept of lows and highs.
Our words turned into dust and ash,
Leaving questions surrounded by your hush.

In the midst of the sobbing rain,
I was left unsaid becoming insane.
Just like the 11th of May,
All I ever needed was for you to stay.

I used your picture as my screen saver.
Need some feels for it's my kind of breather.
Played the song that reminds me of you,
Drowned soul with the tears of liquors queue.

On the back of my perplexed head.
Still, decorated with flashbacks on my bed.
I want the old you back so bad,
Not bottled sadness craving 'our time' being a lad.

I keep on missing you!
And I went back just to find you.
Alone I found nothing but regret in blue.
'We'll be a Dream' and it's true.


© Charlie J. Salvacion