| Pomegranate Words |
You by Hahna Yoon, 16, College Point, New York your picture has faded. the memories of you, trapped in a box somwhere, have been recycled, maybe in Staten Island. your voice in my mind, the voice i consider yours is a faint whisper. it is you, you haunting me between reality and dream. everytime i open the window you are the person walking across the street, before anyone responds on the other line, it is you in dim darkening daylight, riveting ravaging rainstorms, sunken sunny shadows, it is you. it is you. it is you when with raindrops, when twisted autumn leaves fall and beauty reigns. it is your touch, heavy inside my heart, your touch as we said goodbye to part. no matter who it is, it is you, your hand i'll be holding as i lie in bed to die, it is you in every smile i smile, in every love i love it is you. your picture had faded, my memories of you are withered away, but you are here, it is you. it is you. |