rememberance at a distance

I always return to the places I’ve been to

and I always choose to go back to you

don’t you worry, it’s a transcendal travel –

I can’t afford to lose myself in your arms

again.

Your existance is a prohibited place.

I’ve learned not to come any closer

to what can shatter my steps

but I always go back to what I know

no matter how dangerous a ghost may be.

In this finite world there is a remembrance

so profound, enveloping all matter

alike a black hole without an event horizon,

and truth to be told, it’d be a shame

if I haven’t drowned myself for another one minute

into what I once thought was mine to drown into

forever, into oblivion, without another thought,

it would be a shame if I didn’t jump again

into your forever lost love, no longer mine

only in the past can I meet again

the promises you’ve made

sweet like honey and a dozen

of collapsing stars, bound to decompose

at some moment in time,

in the surrounding space

my heart holds dear to herself.

it would be a shame, my love

if I forgot you wholly

if I too erased

the time belonging to a past

a past in which

a spooky action at a distance

allowed us to entangle.

So on rainy days I return

to the place I’ve known

as the sanctuary of my limbs

as the hole I forever

will keep falling in.