Picnic tables fill my thoughts//
I glance at my cracked screen.
It is useless, empty except for-
Memories
Late-night drives and family movie nights.
The air as crisp as the gorgeous fall leaves-
Crunching under our boots.
I may have forgotten my name but I can not forget the feeling of dancing with you
Getting lost in the woods-
Straying away from our parent's picnic table as we play 90s tunes
Converse streaked with the glisten of wet green grass and cold earth
It is a reminder that we have lived, that we have not wasted time.
Time.
A made-up method to keep us in check
To keep us worried and stressed
Do not let time scare you.
With time, there are more memories
Triggered by the light hitting the screen at a perfect angle
Waiting to be remembered.
Waiting to be created.
-S/A
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escapril 2021
Poetryjust a collection of escapril prompts i thought you guys would like!\
