Remembering, Remembered, Forgotten

It was a summer day, all clear and bright. We were hanging out, like any other summer day, completely unaware, or at least, without care of the impending farewells. Yet when night fell, We parted ways, not to meet again until who knows when. Tears fall like autumn leaves, as they fly away with the wind and disappear.

On the airplane home, I keep thinking of you; the memories we made since we met just two weeks ago. Two weeks, but its more like an eternity. I felt as if it has been and always will be our whole lives, yet in a moment, it has passed. I hold on to the memories; the walks, the talks. Yet days pass, and like flowers, the petals start to fall.

A thousand leaves turn into a tree turn into a triangle turn into a memory. It was a summer day, now a haze. I tried holding onto that shard of a mirror they call a memory, ignoring the blood dripping down my arm, yet no matter how deep the jab, it fell away into an abyss I cannot enter.