A Poem in Our Time

Where are you? 

I ask myself this question 

As I pack up my merchandise 

And close the shop.

As I walk across the night, 

The moon just stares at me 

As if I forgot something. 

And I wonder, maybe I’ve forgotten 

The sensation of the sun's rays.

They hit my senses, 

Hurt my eyes a bit, 

In the morning I just had. 

No, it’s not that I’m complaining. 

They hurt in a good way.

Maybe I never appreciated enough. 

Maybe we live in a world of access, 

We forget to cry at funerals 

Because, well, people can be replaced, right? 

At least we built that bubble of lies around ourselves.

It skipped my mind so many times 

To remember that I technically miss you. 

I’ve forgotten how your touch feels like, 

But I can almost feel your fingers 

Moving gently across my back.

I can still hear your tears 

If I listen hard enough, 

Especially in midday 

And summer nights. 

I can see you laugh right there next to the moon.

But guess what? 

I can’t remember how your face looks like. 

I bet if we met again, I would pass you by. 

Or do souls not forget? 

Once souls kiss, the kiss becomes

Forever emblazoned on your senses, 

And loving you becomes 

Second nature in a way. 

Where are you? 

How long has it been?

I can’t remember your name quite correctly... 

You are... well, it doesn’t matter anymore. 

Because you’re no longer 

A part of my life. 

Perhaps you mothered me,

Protected me like a bird 

That lost most of its eggs 

In a horrifying storm, 

And I am the only egg left. 

The only hope you got—

Your last shot. 

I’m just saying, 

This world has so many pictures 

But very few lovers. 

Moments are just done

To break the hearts 

Of the so-called 'friends on Facebook'. 

Memories are now just for show. 

No one cares anymore, 

And who will remember them now?

The heroes and all the ones 

Who gave up so much 

Just so we could stand upright today? 

Where are you? 

Why were you hiding from me?

Have I found you? 

I don’t know who you are, 

But there are so many people waiting.