*White sage and wine vibes.*
Thinking about the next written piece to pull out.
Problem is, I'm not sure I like any of them yet. Sometimes I dislike my own work so much I have to leave it and forget about it. Eventually, sometimes, it ages and gets better. Like wine. 🍷
"He was perturbed by the question. Why should he have any regrets? Anyway he had wanted to enjoy the sweetness of adolescence. Ilham's question stunted the bloom of nostalgia that he was experiencing. At the same time his heart was hurt by the event that followed that rose-tinted episode. This conflict of emotions compelled him to answer Ilham's question." — @isakamari
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translated by @alfiansaat
published by @epigrambooks
How about I meet you at a coffeeshop 3 years down the line
Where we talk of lost stories
And lost opportunities under starry skies
How about I meet you at a play in Connecticut 5 years after we last saw each other
Where we talk about how stupid we were
Tugging and playing at each other's heartstrings
What if we meet at a Coldplay concert in LA 7 years after we first met
And I ask you to sing along with me on Yellow
As we both get close and drink vodka infused Jello
What if I meet you on a bus ride in Spain
You'd still be smelling of that fresh tan
And I'll be wearing those blue Vans
I'd still make you smile by cracking that 80s joke
And you'd giggle at my weird hair
Because baby we were meant to be
Unfulfilled and perished in the eternal blaze
Matured with grey hair, we smile
As words flow with gay abandon
Because it's that familiar smile
And those well-known Vans
As we talk of unrequited love
And starting afresh with your hand in mine.
Remember that guy you liked in your math class or that girl in the coffeeshop ?
You never made a move on them or you did but you broke up because of some bullshit reason.
What if you meet them in the future at some random place ?
Will you hit it off like old times ?
Would you even consider something ?
This poem is based on something of that sort.