Prena Poetry

the other day, i walked past a coffee shop on my way home, it caught me deeply when i saw a reflection of myself on the window. i don’t quite remember if this was the place we first met, it has been so long now that i have almost forgotten i have grown older and life moved mountains apart.

i like my pearl earrings and tea breaks at work. i like my face when i see my reflection on the window. and i don’t remember your favorite coffee order, i don’t remember the details of your face. i don’t remember when it was the last time you left this town vowing to never see me again.

but sometimes, on slow sunday mornings when i over stay in my warm sheets, i remember loving. like a child running under the rain after school-arms wide open; dreamy, daunting and delightful minutes jumping into the potholes. curling up in bed in moons and star printed pajamas, making silly little wishes for it to last forever and ever. i remember the comfort of it.

life is now filled with a billion other experiences. the adult in me found life blooming through and through, and life moved mountains apart.

so, a day after this, i will no longer be in love with you but the child in me might never forget you.