OUTPOUR
When my heart has too much to speak with words, I sometimes say them anyway in an another way. Like the outpour which became this poem...
I remember our strolling that winding shoreline.
I remember our steps, how they merged and aligned.
I remember our thoughts as they touched and combined.
I remember our history, its rich storyline.
I remember our serenade, your song and mine.
I remember our destiny’s final design.
Did you forget your vow to remain always mine?
I remember our steps— how they once aligned.
I remember our thoughts— until they blurred into one.
I remember our serenade— until it became a song we no longer wanted to hear.
You didn’t forget. It just faded.
Hello Kelly, the poem feels like someone sifting through memories that still feel warm, even if they hurt now. Each “I remember” lands like a small pause, the kind you take when you’re trying not to get emotional. The shared steps, the shared thoughts, the shared music, it all paints a picture of a love that once felt perfectly aligned. There’s a softness in the way these moments are recalled, almost like touching something fragile. But as the poem moves forward, you can feel a quiet sadness creeping in. And that final question hits hard because it’s so human, that mix of longing, confusion, and heartbreak. It’s not dramatic, just honest. The whole piece feels like someone trying to understand how something so connected could come undone. It’s tender in a way that lingers.