Popped

POP

I remember that orange day
of melancholy and delight
of confettis riding the wind
while gazing up at the winding path
of meeting greens rousing soliloquies of yesteryore...

I remember your goldfish which died of loneliness
Loneliness because its partner passed away
I remember not telling you
I reckon it was unhappy
of the name you have given it.

I remember you recounting some humiliating reminiscences
and your queer phraseology which transported me into a sitcom:
Your stars, our laughter and  the internet connection which assured me of your humor's originality.

I remember the movie playing in the background
along with disdainful stares thrown our way,
the snide comments which were aimed at us
and how they failed
I recall us going out of the movie house
not knowing what the movie was about.

I remember writing in my journal of a fortuitous event
which involved you, me, gluttony and a saint.
I remember remembering my faith in fate.

I remember chaos and the rain on your face,
the smoke in our eyes and the masks we flaunt.
I remember the feeling of wanting to be unmasked,
I realized you were holding on tight on my disguise
thus adding a bulk to my facade.

I remember wanting to get out
but cowardice caught up with me
Wishing I won't remember what I see...
hear... feel...

I remember the hardest part: REMEMBERING.

--D.B.R.S