I keep finding more of them,
Scattered pieces of you and me
Tucked away in corners
Dusty, blurry
And yet alive.
Remnants of a fragile bond
That slipped and fell
From our hands
Shattering into a million stars
Aglow with the light of our dreams,
And resonating with our laughter,
Their hollow echoes dying away
In the silent dark.
My fingertips turn bloody
As I gather them,
Cutting myself on mischievous grins,
The wayward stubble,
Crooked teeth,
Creases at the corners of eyes
That twinkled,
Lips that teased with the hint of a song
To be shared aloud,
Bass and treble intertwined
In impetuous rapture,
Amid raindrops
That whisper forgotten tales
Of muddy feet, a blue umbrella,
And rainbows overhead
Stretched across white clouds,
Mirroring the colours of our young love,
That stained the skies for a fleeting moment
Before fading away.
I gather them still,
Trying to make sense of the story
That wasn’t meant to be.