Words used to mean exactly their definitions for me.
An open sky was a thing of beauty.
Festival nights were glowing with joy.
Oceans were heartbreaking poems,
Friday nights – without alloy.
But now, oceans mean
Your arms pulling me down underwater,
A photograph means
That single flimsy photo of us together,
That you uploaded – then deleted,
Cream cake means
Your eyes bright with laughter
As you smeared cream on my face,
Friday nights mean
Long conversations threaded through with ecstasy,
And quiet smiles, and sideway glances,
Sitting on the floor of my room at festival night
With nobody to dance with, tears filling my eyes,
And memories mean
A fragment of life that you stained with color
Before shattering – and walking away.