Rooftops
poetry by : Barry Arriola
Like sweet dreams not forgotten;
on these rooftops reminiscing,
each night hard of sleeping,
as odd as it seem,
infinity is what i mean.
Like sunrise and sunsets,
that's what i felt the moment we met.
shy hellos and long goodbyes
each day just seems to pass by,
just like rooftops so high
so close...
to touch the sky.
poetry by : Barry Arriola
Like sweet dreams not forgotten;
on these rooftops reminiscing,
each night hard of sleeping,
as odd as it seem,
infinity is what i mean.
Like sunrise and sunsets,
that's what i felt the moment we met.
shy hellos and long goodbyes
each day just seems to pass by,
just like rooftops so high
so close...
to touch the sky.
AUTHOR NOTES :
I never thought to myself as a writer then, nor did I care about poetry. But somehow, I managed to weave rhymes and ended up with this piece. A lot of poems were good, and luckily mine was picked to be read in front of my fellow officers. I didn't know what came to me the moment I read my piece, but for one thing, it felt good. And I knew that from that moment, that writing was something that I'll be good for me.
I've never had a "rooftop" moment but I guess this wasn't drawn from actual experience, but from an emotion of longing and reminiscing.
We've all had our share of nostalgia, and that my dear friends, makes us human.
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