Locale Poem by Rickon Chewe

There is a place, where these hearts still beat Together
under a sky where we are birds flocking together of the same feather.
it is there where my want, is needing you
am only to Fall in love only because id be coming Down for You.
There is a point in time from which you’ve moved on from,
a Melody in timeline of our time lost in the symphony of our song
But Plays in the chords of these words of memory.

But still….
There, I linger. Gazing at what was and can never be.
but by now nothing but a Memory is all She Should mean to me.


I’ve moved on and in the act carried along with her
We stand not as one as once did but it’s okay, so long as am alone with her,
My Heart calls and longs
while my mind wanders to wonder and be gone from her.
A figure held so close to heart but fades within each approachable distance in reality.
She is But a Memory vividly impersonated, deep beneath the cores of my mind.
Conjuring feelings that pour through the pores of my heart.
She is only as real as I think, Just faking as Memory.

But still….
There, I linger. Gazing at what was and can never be.
but by now, nothing but a Memory is all she should mean to me.


But there I am, still there
Holding her hand as we walk across the street
the pumping blood through her veins makes me feel the beating of heart in her chest.
I drown around this floating memories of us
Hoping to find you Looking for me but then
This place is just like a memory, a moment in a certain reality lost.
A treasure sinking deep in the tranquil sea of the past
never to be treasured by the sand on the shore future
She is all I see when I stare into Dreams Eyes.

And yet still….
There, I linger. Gazing at what was and can never be.
nothing but a Memory is all She should mean to me.


And If, and I mean if
You ever Feel lost, please. Lose hesitation and linger
For if I stayed a while later, find me.
Because
There will always be space In the Whole you left inside me.
So long as what I feel is as real as it feels I will be here.

So still and still,
Here, I linger. Gazing at what is and may never be.
But now, nothing but a Memory is all she means to me.