ALSphere Foundation
The other day I looked at her, nestling in my closet.
She has wrinkles now, turn russet.
She drapes a raiment with a lot of creases.
As she once traveled with me from bright alleys to rough ridges.
Once her face was without any pigmentation, flaunt a tint of ivory.
A compassionate confidante, I shared my gloom and glory.
When I used to confess, she acted as a church priest and father.
I inundated her core with my tears and at times I burst into laughter.
Life’s ebbs and flows, spare no time to share my feelings anymore with her
Now she emanates the fragrance of the past without any demur.
I stop disclosing my stories.
Of course, I missed her, our twilight soirees.
Now my heart takes her place.
Once ivory beauty accepted my heart with grace
She has no qualms, she knows my heart can become my chronicles, my memoir
The heart never forgets, keeps stock of everything, a good repertoire.
My heart is now an indelible ink.
Who like her, sensitively moves with my soul and is never out of sync.
When I looked back at her, I found my joys, romance, throes, and upsets.
And from it learned how to evolve, grow without any regrets.
