I cut you off without a goodbye -
Like a painting, I dumped you on the attic
For years of dust and darkness -

Because of your words and cruel intentions.

Sometimes it's easier to put a wall,
Between the past and the immediate present.

The words went silent after time -

Like polaroids, the gap developed slowly

And with every passing minute -
Your footsteps died out, so did your voice.

I can almost touch the woollen tiger carpet,
That was hanging on your wall for years.

I remember all your songs and sagas -
Like earthquakes, they became nostalgic
After the plates crashed on the floor -

The taste of frosting on your cakes,
And the water colour flowers smudged on paper,
Still bring me back to days of colourful joy.

I called you up with doubts and fear -
Like a ghost, crawling out of the basement
After years of dust and darkness -
Because of my words and selfish intentions.

Sometimes it's hard to travel back
from the present, to a world that might be changed.

Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2018-05-21 at 17:26

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Forget "might.". The world that was abandoned has changed.

A very well written poem of love and regrets where all of us can find a piece of ourselves. Well written.

yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
i really enjoyed this past memories, i could jump into it
well done

chuma okafor
This is indeed a heartfelt expression of grey feelings captured with the right words,Kudos.