with love from celtic

Hello friend. I’m writing to you again.
How is your life? Mine is splendid.
I know it’s s long time since my last letter. Even longer since our last real talk. I know, I’ve been busy. Maybe you have been too. Life is hectic. It always is. Do you still remember that summer after high school? It was a different time back then. Easier. I know, it’s never good to be too nostalgic. It’s almost as if you get stuck within the memories, believing that it was better before. You know, when we were younger and the whole world was lying big and never ending at our feet. We were kings and queens, just waiting for our turn to rule the world. There was a time when I wished for us to be the only ones who ruled the world. You and me,together, against the world. How naive. It was a marvelous summer. So many things that ended. So many new beginnings. The last breath before adulthood. That last summer of childhood. Nothing was ever the same. Afterwards. I never understood what happened exactly. But one day, something new had begun. And there was no turning back. We lost ourselves there, a little. But at the same time, we found pieces we never knew existed. Pieces of ourselves that told us another story. A new story. A new beginning. I’m sorry. I did it again. I lost myself. I lost myself in the past. We shouldn’t delve in the things that have been, the things in the past. I know that. I’m sorry.
If you ever driving past here again sometime,why not stop, saying hello. You know where I live. I never left. It’s nice here. It’s nice for the kids. Not mine. But so I’ve heard. Do you have kids? I remember you wanted two of them. One boy. One girl. So you could raise them equally. That was your plan. I was never good with plans. Not my thing. But your plans made you leave, didn’t they? You left me behind. It didn’t occur to you, did it? I…

If you had asked. I would had followed. But you didn’t. You just left. You find a new piece. A piece that didn’t need me. Not like before, anyway. You just got up and left. You never looked back, did you? Never again. But you know. I will keep on writing. One day, I will get an answer. An acknowledgment. A sign. That’s why, I keep on trying. Reaching out. Even if every letter comes back- as Elvis once so elegantly put it; ‘return to sender, address unknown’.

But I believe, whenever you decide to reconnect, it would be like we never parted. At all. Like it was just another hot summer evening. And you and I was standing alone but together, against the world.

—  @celtic-poetry, Letter number 207

and You, you left traces
in my brain, in my heart
(more than i like to admit)

You still remain inside,
you are hauting me,
like an echo

You claw on the inside,
crying out, wailing

Everything to make me feel
Everything, to make me admit
Everything, to make me stop pretending

-

Sometimes you just cannot forget,
you cannot keep on repressing things
and there will always remain residues

Such as memories,
never erasble ones,
like a muscle memory
in your heart

A small part,
however small it may be;

will always remember
and never forget You

will never stop
just, always beat for You.
(wanting You.)

I understand that now,
You will always remain,
inside of me,

as an echo.

—  @celtic-poetry, Echo

sometimes, i find myself
in your thoughts
in your darkness
may it be that i once lost myself there, perhaps

sometimes, i feel like you’re a part of me
even if that part is not always present

we share a soul

we have hidden ourselves
a long time now

we have been hiding;
from each other
from ourselves
away from the world

inside ourselves
beyond ourselves
behind the shadows

we wanted to be SPECIAL
invincible
the oddballs
the same
as everyone else

but you know, 
i believe,
we kind of failed

we got lost,
inside each other

you, in me
i, in you

i am you
you are me

we are melting togehter

we share a soul

we are you
we are me
we are us


you find yourself sometimes
in my gestures
in my laughter

you stayed,
because you wanted to

it does not matter, really
‘cause, like i said, we are us

we are each other(’s)
and we share a soul