and we are in munich, all around the buildings climb towards the sky
someone is selling fuit on the corner, signs-kirsche and
pretzels bought at the market where rain drips between the overhangs of stalls
and each moment we spend together is a hundred things unsaid, of lives entwined but infrequently joined together. we have one weekend in this city.
at each stop of the U-Bahn, pressed faces against the glass of the train windows
we wave at passersby, expecting no response other than smiles we share and the hope-that somehow we have managed to brighten one person’s day.
when do we realize that living in the moment is made up of thousands of memories?
with each new city street we relish in the freedom to remember what has brought us together. in each park, where we giggle at the naked man or watch the surfers fall over and over into the white water, but continue to return to their places, an unbroken line of courtesy.
and then we are on a train, escalator, in the airport saying goodbye with looks that speak for themselves and hugs that mean a year before we meet again. and my pack is heavy on my back, heavy with regrets of each moment I stayed silent during our hours together instead of speaking what is in my heart.
and she smiles at me , a watery smile, final glance over her shoulder as she returns to the train and we turn away slowly, I cannot believe it is over already. bending down, I pick up pieces of the new experiences we have shared, ready to tuck them into a pocket of my pack, saved always for a rainy day.
Claire very thoughtful...you know i read this poem many times to understand the emotions behind it..it took me 3 days and endless journey into realms of my inner subconsciousness just to feel it...
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to repeat the sentences which i felt the most
a)and each moment we spend together is a hundred things unsaid, of lives entwined but infrequently joined together.
b)when do we realize that living in the moment is made up of thousands of memories?
c) saying goodbye with looks that speak for themselves
It just reminded me of my time when i broke up with my friend. I just wanted to express my those moments through these few lines
I tell myself that everything's going to be ok,
that there is no reason for all this pain.
The time it took to change, the time it took to
see all those mistakes.
The times I had, I can't have back. The choices I made,
affected me in all those ways.
The mistakes I made have not been forgotten or forgiven.
The tears I shed, the feelings that left me feeling in a different way.
Yet I can't see why these tears feel so unreal.
I'm not the same, my words are unsaid.
What I hide, is buried deep inside.
To know, to care, to breathe.
It hurts to know that I'll never be the
friend I used to be. The one that would make you laugh,
the one that you knew would always be strong.
The feeling is real, the truth is sealed.
I cry in the dark, because I know I cut too deep.
Anyways bravo girl. You sketch up emotions so well.