It is ashamedly painful
To know you are
Forgetting me
❀
I fear I am
A star dying
In your sky
And you will not
Even notice my absence
From your thoughts
Until my name falls from
Someone’s lips in the distant future
And you struggle to remember me
❀
What will you think of?
My smile?
Or the way I made you smile?
Maybe neither (hopefully both)
❀
I always knew
We were not forever
(Not a tattoo, more of a sunburn)
But I hoped our moment
Would be drawn out longer
❀
Yet aren’t all things beautiful
Equally as fleeting?
When has a sunset
Ever lingered?
When has a sunrise
Ever stayed?
Twilight is celestial
For a reason
❀
You and I were
Ethereal because
We were ephemeral
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Note: My Poetry Book Wasted Love is available to purchase here.
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Comments (10)
“Not a tattoo More a sunburn” if that isn’t the most amazing way to describe some types of love I don’t know what is
This is absolutely gorgeous! I loved this: "Yet aren’t all things beautiful Equally as fleeting? When has a sunset Ever lingered? When has a sunrise Ever stayed? Twilight is celestial For a reason" Wow, that was profound. Wonderful work!
"Yet aren't all things beautiful equally as fleeting?" Was by far so profound and my favorite section because it reminds me (us) of not taking advantage of the beautiful things that this life has to offer, but cherishing every moment, every sunrise, every sunset, every new friendship, every new relationship. These things aren't something we are entitled to but things we get to experience, let us not forget this truth. Poppy, this is just a brilliant job well done!
Oh it definitely was a sunburn! That was my favourite line! Fantastic poem!
Beautifully poignant, Poppy.
Beautiful poem!
Beautiful poem! Well done! I don’t think anybody wants to be forgotten, very relatable!
Such a sad feeling you’re describing, and it feels like it’s doubling in me as I read it! But I’m also oddly comforted. You have such a beautiful way with words, Poppy! And a great reminder… I need to buy your book 😇
“(Not a tattoo, more of a sunburn)” I felt this line so much. It’s the perfect metaphor. Well-done Poppy. This is my new favorite poem by you.
"Not a tattoo just a sunburn" oof that hit me so hard. Absolutely beautiful.