(To put into perspective, this was written in response to a poem centering around Rain and I being alike that someone very special in my life had written for me at the time.)
Walking out to a breeze unfelt before I fall to my knees Others walking past without a second glance As I smell the memory of a first dance Sadness overcomes me Do they not see? Alone in my own nostalgia Did it ever rain at all? The sun beating down It’s fading from me As it dries It fades again Picking a single blade of grass This scent I hold forevermore Lost in translation among the rays But it’s not him Just a another Petrichor
His heart dug beneath the earth. Weighed by shackles of bare bones and undertones Every step hurried It’s beautiful unkept depth Until his path had crossed another’s
Her heart dug beneath the earth Weighed by shackles of scarlet cries and unmarked eyes Every step hurried It’s beautiful unkept depth Until her path had crossed another’s Their eyes glared at the glimmer key named
“Hope”
To which, the other was given “Keep walking.” They were told By a voice so profound and bold They held their key to one another’s A match with a name unheard before Such a name read as
“Freedom”
As they raced to place A key To the shackles of another Each inhaling a newness Within each breathe they’ve so longed to hear A second caught their gaze A deeply formed breath in synchrony This key, they thought, is so different How could it hold my heart’s time?
A moment
A name
Such a key… Like mine
