Our Story In Reverse by Ria Lumapas
Somebody spilled your name today That I just had to take a step back Sit And utter it for myself Feel it roll out of my tongue again After all these years of silence Neruda was right, "Love is so short, Forgetting is so long." And the folly of remembrance lies in this tragic phrase What if What if your were here What if the words "you" and "me" were still attached by the hip Love is so short Forgetting is so long So tonight, Let's pretend Let's pretend the world operated in reverse That people grew young instead of old That the sun revolved around the earth That gravity meant falling towards the sky And that love, Started with a war instead of ending with it That it begins like this: You and I hurting hurtful words against each other Both of us Broken Crying Staggering in pain Bleeding Looking for our lost limbs That we eventually find our lost pieces saying, "The guillotines never got us completely." Our jugulars intact Our wrists, saved We then proceeded on to tending our open wounds You borrow my untouched dermis I put tourniquet around your heart And we hugged And we kissed And we sleep, Arms intertwined And wake up with your hand buried in my hair And everyday would feel like; We just met for the first time And remember only that, We love We love We love We repeat this cycle of affection And *rest* feed up with each other So powerful that we defy Maslow's needs And everything becomes simple An peaceful And natural And then, We last We last We last together Would this have been a better story; I don't know Truth is; I've never been good at fiction And whenever I'm saying your name The rough edges still skink my tongue That I end up with ulcers in my mouth I'm resigned to this idea; That every now and then, I would unlock this hurricane in my chest I'm resigned to the idea; That its impossible to forget a war like ours Neruda was right, "Love is so short." But sometimes, Forgetting doesn't happen at all.
