Bliss
There is a memory
stuck inside my brain.
A memory of a place
that I know I've never
been before.
No matter how many
times I play it in my head
the memory stays the same.
The setting sun, a flock of birds,
A woman in sight, walking towards
the splashing waves.
As I gaze upon her,
I could feel an old
black house at my back.
With colorful furniture
and paintings hanging
on the wall.
In this memory,
I am at peace
and I swear I could
feel the pounding of
my heart more than
I've ever felt it in
my present chest.
I've tried so many times
to give this memory
a reality that it deserves.
But without the real face
of the woman everything
else is nothing but a figment
of my crazy imagination.
And every time I try to
go deep inside the memory
where a dog runs towards
the sea and the woman turns
around with a smile on her face
and waves at me.
No matter how hard I try not to
but it's your face that fits.
This is a memory of a bliss
that I feel we could have it
together.
-J.P-
