the flare in our images

burn as it goes
reflected eyes into a ghost
as I stood by the night
in the corner’s drawer, there’s a sight
not only memories, but also a broken time
a time that we recognize as Forever
a time where happiness is the only source of tears’ shatter.

there is you
you in a flared photograph

and there is me
me being flare-photographed by you

I believe you remember the story
about the night where there were only filled by the two of us
even, I can’t tell you enough of how much I miss those days
of how I miss I could playback as if it’s a movie
…I wish it was a movie.

I was here two years ago
you were too
I will be for a year and more, and more
…and more

and if you believe that there’s hope, then the hope is there
then the star and universe stare
then the sun lights its flare
and by then, I’ll be the one that hold you to care
to cherish and to bear, both in bravery and in fear
and in both, too, I would hug you so dear.

as merely as it sounds,
for the very first time in such a long time, I have hope coming back to us.
…and as merely as it sounds,
let’s just not ruin it while it lasts.

/was written by love (on my fingertips)
1:34am/kt/id