Stella

i am still sitting
back here
on the steps that
led to the hostel door
it still rains like
those torrent waves
i hear your soft voice
speaking from the old page
i hear your failing voice
faulting through distant memories
you rushing through
blank spaces
blotting out the sun
i can not cure your pain
yet i never did shy away
our worlds collided
and you slept in me
we lost our moments
yet we wrote the story
on the pealing barks of time
yet now the shell sounds
of the sea still
lost but not dead yet

-Pluto.

@3 months ago with 3 notes
#poem #poetry #old times