Tag Archives: forgotten memories

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All I need

Maybe this is all I need from you: memories. God, and what great memories. A brief moment where all that existed was you and me, in a room of our imagination; saying things we’d probably wouldn’t say for real.

Maybe this is enough to fulfill a fantasy. It will live forever if we don’t ever touch it again. How precious it must be that it’s better to preserve it like this. I will make up the sound of your voice and the words you’ll tell me every morning when you wake up next to me.

I will recreate the depth of our dialogues. I will do my best to capture the nature of your curious essence and your mysterious soul.

Maybe you’ve already forgotten, but I don’t care. It gave me absolute joy. Maybe this is all I need in the fantasies that will last me a lifetime.

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Rewind

In the gardens of my mind,
I can turn back time
to see my innocent self
at its purest state of consciousness.

Yes, I was fearless.
I can barely recognize myself
on those days when my bubble protected me.
I had everything I needed.

I’m trapped in the past.
I try to get myself back on my feet
and wake up in the present,
but I stay. I like it better there.

Nostalgia makes me warm.
I could contemplate these memories forever,
and live that life once more
until my reality is gone.

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Remember to Forget

Remember the Saturdays and Sundays

in the park.

Just me and my thoughts

in spite of all delays.

Remember this last moment,

this last view.

The smell of green trees,

the fall of leafs.

Remember your mind

divided into before and after.

Grateful you’re different.

Grateful you’re thinking big.

Leave and don’t look back.

No matter how beautiful,

no matter how painful.

Remember to forget.

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Missing

I’m nostalgic
even when there’s so much
to look forward to.
My past is my present.

How beautiful missing is.
I see my memories as pictures
that make me smile,
and I find a warm place in me.

Even the unberable things
are precious in my books.
I dealt with them somehow,
in that past that’s not my present.

I’m missing them.

I’ve come so far,
and I’m still looking back.
Somebody stop me.
I’m missing my present.

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Good Night

Good morning.
Wherever you are,
know you are missed.
I miss you.

I’m thinking
of your stories,
of your moments of kindness.
I remember you smiling.

Good afternoon.
All is forgotten
and forgiven
before your eternal sleep.

No more pills.
No more pain.
Just calmness
where peace awaits.

Good evening.
Your favourite dinner
is almost ready.
Time for a new story.

Maybe you’ll play
the guitar to sing
all the things
you couldn’t say.

Say your prayers.

Good night.

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In Our Dreams

I saw you in my dream.
You were extremely sweet,
and friendly and kind.
A “you” I never met.

Your dark days were gone.
You could even speak French.
Though we didn’t speak,
I sensed you knew who I was.

I pretended it was
the first time I ever saw you.
Then you were leaving,
and I didn’t want you to.

I tried to have you in my life again.

I decided to let you go, though.
Let life flow.
Without you.
It felt right.

It was all a dream.
I know it wasn’t real,
but I wonder
if you remembered me in your own dream.

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These Memories

Few things we said,
few things we shared.
A common time and space
that escaped in a second.

The faith you lived for
has disappeared in me.
No memories left of
what it used to be.

Your image also faded
as you became ashes.
I can barely remember
the color of your eyes.

The sound of your voice
can’t be heard in my ears.
All the words are lost
and so are these memories.

But even when the wind
has taken everything away,
I know you’re somewhere
in my little heart.

I know I kept you there.
Every time I want you near,
I will dig deeper and feel
as if you were here.