Wistful Obsession
Aika Copon
A dream -
That's what you were:
Vivid colors and
Soft-spoken words,
Soaring among
White clouds and
Azure skies,
All anchored to
The safe harbor
Of my memory.
Slowly, wisp by wisp,
As my reluctant feet
Planted themselves
Against their will
Back on solid ground,
You receded within
The deep recesses
Of my entranced mind,
Not entirely forgotten -
But thought about
In quiet whispers and
Resurrected by ghosts
Of what could have been.
Do you know who Aika Copon is? Of course.. Way back senior year. And here is the link to her poetry. Cool.
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