Requiem of Roses
Please let me forget it all. Allow these old memories to flow out as I yearn for liberosis. This dead reckoning strikes as a nighthawk. If I can't go back, I don't want to remember what it is I long for. My ephemeral youth that was felicity now leaves me woebegone. This heart of mine has become a catacomb. I'd rather lose what is lost than to fruitlessly try to cling onto it. Afternoons we spent matriculating into the vernal zephyrs. The placid nirvana of your ameliorating aura. Afternoon tea parties with a windowsill-pitter patter accompaniment. Midnight journeys to nowhere. Lucent lullabies that swept time away. Your simple meals that somehow became my ambrosia and Your touch became my panacea. Sleepy mornings that gave way to the sight of Venus. Selenian eyes that seemed to glow even brighter than your golden hair. The way you gamboled no matter the destination. The silent trysts we made as we vowed to give each other our forevers. I want to get rid of this rariora of moments. This bittersweet nostalgia should escape along with these hot tears. Whether you lie in the Elysium or beyond the Gates of God You cannot never return. Nor can I meet you again. We now belong to different planes of existence and I'd rather sever these ties now Before I am burned myself. I have lost my joie de vivre. Sunrises have lost their grandeur. Our favorite songs are now utter cacophonies. The once soothing trips to the beach we had now solely hold torrential currents. The world has become monochromatic, desaturated. I've descended into abysmal acedia. It has been an abattoir of feelings. Look at me. I've become a lexiphane In an attempt to capture your essence, but it just isn't possible. I've become a mess trying to come up with your epicede and epitaph. Describing you with words is like explaining color to the blind. This Requiem of Roses only proves that your departure has inflicted an infinity of wounds That left a myriad of scars that remain eternal reminders that you were here. This requiem proves that I can't forget, no matter how much I want to. It has been lacerating. This slight tinge of pain that will never leave despite how many painkillers I take. The only way to lose it is to let go of you. You've planted a seed within me with your passing that only grows with time. This seed pushes out from within me. My ceaseless crying only waters this demonic plant. So, I want to forget it all. To descend into apathy to lose the pain. I want to push out these memories that are tearing me apart. I want to forget and leave nothing behind, but it seems that I can't help but remember everything.