As she stared at the deep reds and the purple sunset
She walked into the shadows of a red brick building
That was her high school, her old school
Along the library that smelt of old books
Under the tree, where she spent her lunches
She climbs the stairs only to find the cemented couch
Which is painted in a different color
The chatter and cheer of friends echoes her ears
She goes down memory lane
Thinking loud “The past draped us like cloak”
The years lived through has shone bright
Only to leave shadows behind.
This poem feels really special. You’ve found such a subtle and evocative way to tell a story about something deep and emotional through the mundane. The couch painted a different colour really hit me, and the last couplet leaves such a lasting impression .
Thank you so much. Glad that you liked it!!
It feels surreal – the colors and the memories.