Scar Stitch

The taste of our memories is turning sour 

Somehow, I fear forgetting how you sounded 

It seems unrealistic how long forgone fears just can't be bottled up more than they already have 

Death startles me

But somehow, I have experienced quite a few 

And lately, I have been thinking about how your soul might have left 

Had it ever crossed the horizons of afterglow 

It is scary to think about past 

That surely is long forgotten by so many 

But still... 

I know

It surely is bitter 

Even after all these years 

Somehow, I want answers that are just not necessary anymore 

Maybe in that loneliness, you drank... 

Maybe the tip of your tongue was still sipping a few more of your usual 

Or maybe you forgot your daily dose of glucose 

I will say it again

I have lost a few 

Somehow, I am scared to lose more 

I can't bear too anymore 

Maybe a few poems will be left untethered and parched 

In hope of somehow aligning with the long-gone stars