©SKETCHES BY MAKO: 12_zwölf_12

I think I’m a bit of a 

Hopeless Romantic

With this predisposition

And misconception 

Of the 

Causality of circumstances

All these faces

That have strolled through

My memory’s museum

And have stolen

Artifacts

But left footprints of

Their own

They are no different from

Reflections of skies upon puddles

Love is only a feeling 

It is not intrinsically related to

Souls or spirits

Quite honestly

All these characters

Lack what I need

From a person

But god

To just reminisce 

Is quite the melancholic exercise 

For there lingers hope

In future reconnection 

A fire lit once but abandoned

Can perhaps catch flame again