6th Sense.
Someone on Quora asked to write a short love poem with “and we were infinite” at the end
Short poem? Gasp.
Can it be done? A classy short one?
I cannot hear sound unless its tones speak you. So willingly I’ll go deaf.
without you I simply stare without thought into space, I am blinded by the memory of you
I taste the days and nights you were by my side when I step into cold spring air.
if I cannot feel you in the night I’ll simply become one with the dark itself. so when the sun rises none will see me there.
I will hold my breath as to never smell again if I can not breath your scent while against you. I’ll hold my breath.
I’ll die if I must. But in time in space. When I do. Die does my memory of you.
Eternal. Of no less substance is a memory than life itself.
Not to a soul it is not.
When you hear something it’s a ghost you turn to look for
When a scent catches you, you are reminded of another only to forget it
When you brush against another you have some Deja vu
And I live within the taste of a dream you never remember
You see something you can’t make out in the sunlight
And squint to catch something under the moon
Neither to ever be discovered
How crisp a memory can be.
And how very hazy.
Made of the senses
But My 6th sense is your 6th sense.
Here we both remember without name, image, scent, taste.
Here we don’t remember that we remember
We always do and will.
We simply know.
We don’t forget to forget.
We just know
It is.
It is so
Neither willed or found
Or made
It has been because it is and will be and was.
Because it’s always been so. And will always be.
In the then and now
there and after surrounding.
Here.
we are infinite.
—CRS
I think I missed the 6 line mark but owell short collected and classy
