at the exactly moment of saying how good was
I wasn't expecting that I might never get over her
Should I take as a compliment?
I heard her silly light laugh
It reminded me how much I love her voice
I think she has a kind of affection for it
In other words, she kept her memories of us
because they are good.
Are they good?
well, I lost it
the sound of her laughter
Just lifted me ten kilometer away
now my mind won't stop bothering
about what could have happened, if..
this poem in the style of James Joyce:
"I loved her laughter, a joy in remembered time,
As she merrily spoke of January's rhyme,
In the very moment she praised my state,
Unexpected, it was, this lingering fate.
Should I take it as praise, I wondered true,
Her laughter, a testament to what we once knew.
A whimsical sound, a fondness I'd glean,
Echoes of her voice in a world unforeseen.
Perhaps she held in her heart our shared days,
Memories of us, in a fond, distant haze.
Were they truly good, or illusions, I muse,
Lost in the past's embrace, our stories diffuse.
Now, her laughter, a whisper in the fray,
Carries me far, with thoughts in disarray,
My mind forever haunted by 'what if' and 'if only,'
In a realm where our love remains lonely."
