Forgotten Youth Poem Series (#4): Skins
You sparked a time bomb in me
which has no other way to be rid of other than to be let implode
into shattering wishes of what ifs.
You coming into my life
as unforeseen as abrupt evening downpour
falling down
while the sun still hangs low on the sky
catching me by surprise out of my stupor.
But that was five years ago
when the sky was violet
and we were green under the envy tree––
––now we are dead to our love.
All that was left behind
was a mausoleum
made out of the skins of our sweet thoughts, entombed by time.