An Eternal Love

I warmly welcome everyone to this blog, once again. We are beginning the month of February with a romantic piece of poetry!

Context-

I have written this one through the perception of a male protagonist, while writing I realized that it's quite tricky to be in the shoes of a man, and write through his view point. I love the vibe of this poetry, it's all rainy and chilly. At the same time it's incredibly heart breaking, I have shed 2-3 tears when I wrote it.

Huge inspiration behind this piece is from the Disney animated movie - 'UP'. I adore that movie so much! 

Go ahead, read it. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. 

 An image from the movie UP. 

An Eternal Love

It was 6 a.m. ,
the dawn had arrived
bringing with itself the bone piercing cold.
I decided to go for a walk
to the park where the children of my apartment used to play.

As usual,
there wasn't no one there.
Children stopped playing in the park,
'cause they grew up.
Lovers stopped coming to the park,
'cause some lived together
while some simply grew apart.
The only creature who never leave,
are the birds,
they come just to sit from one branch to the other.

Why is it that,
we humans lose interest in things?
Why we stop coming to the park,
which once was the centre of our world?

I go all the way,
with all these thoughts
and her memories
rushing through my veins,
back to our home.
Where I find myself standing in front of
the old mirror,
placed just adjacent to which,
is a picture of her.

I remember myself nailing her picture,
just near to the mirror
to look at her as I look at myself in it
every morning trying to fix my bowtie
in the same way she used to do.

We used to go to that park,
where no one
except the birds come now.
We used to sit beneath the tree,
in the shade of it's leaves
and in the silence of our love.
Watching the kids giggle,
when they glide down the swings
was her favourite thing to watch.
Mine was to watch her giggling,
as the kids giggled.

She used to make the,
best cookies for our picnic
under the shade of our favourite tree.
Whenever I would stain my shirt,
with the sauce we ate along our sandwiches for the lunch,
she used to wipe it up with a napkin
and then she'd give me the smile that said- "What a baby you are".

We were young,
trying to make our love live through eternity.
forgetting the fact that we were temporary.

Life was easier with her.
but I know in my heart
she'll spend everyday of the rest of my life
within me alive and young.

With tearful eyes,
I turn away from the mirror
and her picture
to watch the rain pouring outside
it was going to get more cold now.
Colder than the truth that I lost someone
who I promised to spend the rest of my life with.

It hurts like a freshly paper cut wound,
knowing that I'll never hear her laugh again,
see her smiling at me again,
watch her talk to me about her day ever again,
or feel her fingers against mine ever in forever.

Our love will be remembered within
these pages that I'll leave behind me
just like,
I remember the day she said,
goodbye to me forever
laying on the hospital bed.

 

      -   Some Fries, Some Poetry