Scar Stitch
Scar Stitch
The taste of our memories is turning sour
Somehow, I fear forgetting how you sounded
It seems unrealistic how long forgone fears just can't be bottled up more than they already have
Death startles me
But somehow, I have experienced quite a few
And lately, I have been thinking about how your soul might have left
Had it ever crossed the horizons of afterglow
It is scary to think about past
That surely is long forgotten by so many
But still...
I know
It surely is bitter
Even after all these years
Somehow, I want answers that are just not necessary anymore
Maybe in that loneliness, you drank...
Maybe the tip of your tongue was still sipping a few more of your usual
Or maybe you forgot your daily dose of glucose
I will say it again
I have lost a few
Somehow, I am scared to lose more
I can't bear too anymore
Maybe a few poems will be left untethered and parched
In hope of somehow aligning with the long-gone stars