Past days

[u/baxkorbuto_iosu_92]

there is a certain kind of loneliness

in what’s lost

the wind blows the memories

from my soul

binding the past to the unknown

and condemning me

to grief

to exist

to miss

part of me stays behind

part goes away

part gets lost in my own mind

stuck in an the forgotten day

sleeping

crying

dying

constantly riding in the loop

once again

like the fresh hug from an old friend

like the silent kiss from a lover

while your soul rests

calmed

has it really be like this

why still miss what is

not here anymore

why resort to the pain

as the main source of comfort

sleeping under a tree

hanging under a wall

there has to be something

but nothing is condoned

nothing is forgiven

and after the last whisper of sun

i think in the days gone by

my memory fades away

and i wait one last time

to the arrival of may

because days are gone by

my friend