By Dua Khan
I feel the bright sunlight wash over me at night
I feel the light of the memories push me through the day
The tingling in my chest beats into a full blown ache,
As looming over my thoughts a shadow encompasses my soul.
Each day is faded into a color;
An aroma, a scent
A picture frozen into a favorite moment.
A touch that sent warmth deep through me,
A light angled in such a way that
It haloed my hands as my fingertips feathered it.
Each moment fades onto my soul,
Each line speaks of different endings.
Each dent screaming pain
Each scrape tells a different story
Of how we had all forsaken some at times
When we walked and laughed and lain.
Life's delight is to live it all
Yet in many a moment we lived our past
Clutching at the threads long undone
And yearning for a touch gone cold
We can say in the end as we die
That we lived life as it is
In the moment without completion
Frozen midway in laughter, tears, or a conversation
Or in deep contemplation,
In the struggle to discern life.
When all this while
We were unraveling our insides
Trying to make sense of who we are.
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