The leaves turned brown
And I saturated into black
Split in two
In the backyard of my mind
The chirping memories stung each neuron
The view was Mongolia
I would show you if our minds could trade photographic thoughts
But you'll just have to settle for your imagination
Or the first image when you look
on google
The view was vast and I even
Recalled a scent of wild flowery love
And I, in an ascent, grew dizzy and empty of oxygen trekking that mountain of memories
See it's tall
And it talks to me
And I cry into it
Each drop making it grow
Larger
I keep feeding it
I don't know how to stop
Then I found myself on memory Lane
Trying to hitch a ride back
to an arcane time
But no one stopped for me
Because there was no one but me
I trekked it, each mile a different scenery
And then an empty house,
haunted by abrupt departures and half ass promises
Roaming around trying to break free
The blanket of road folded up and into me
I too became a memory
A Lane
What was my name?
Which season am I?
Am I ocean or sky?
None, but only on the cusp of each blue
A hazy horizon
Split in two
And the sun turned and the moon looked away
And the tides kept tugging at her to pay attention
And the sky asked me for a kiss
But I didn't know how to
I was gold I was now old
I was a spy of a lost soul
I was three hundred shades of blue
I was a washed out hue
I wasn't Mongolia though that was my view
I liked to look at the marigolds
And pretend that nothing changed
Not a season not a day into night
Not a hint of foliage, not a dawn
not a twilight
And pretend that I was different
But I was split in two
Turning into someone I'd soon meet
The other, she'd go off somewhere
Into a dusty dawn of fallen stars
Their lights still flickering
Banking on burnt out hopes
I pray for rain
To wash away stains of disdain
Me and that new person I'd be
Would like just to be a memory
A breeze a pulsar
A nebula
A dancing aurora
Always on the brink of getting away
And as ephemeral as blind love
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