A Town Forgotten / POEM

That day, we spoke of a fleeting place,

A town forgotten, lost to haste.

Terracotta roofs in the sun’s embrace,

Poplars swaying with quiet grace.

Stork nests crowned the humble eaves,

Their stillness woven through whispering leaves.

We passed it by in a moment’s gleam,

A shadow cast in a distant dream.

So many towns, alike yet rare,

With trees and roofs that softly stare.

But are you like that sacred shrine?

They say it stands beyond design.

Yet I believe, through time’s decay,

It mirrors a stone in a stream’s soft sway.

That day, we wandered through my mind,

Through towns my heart had left behind.

Forgotten realms, now sharp, now dim,

Their echoes sung on silence’s whim.

I severed my tongue, gave it to the cats,

And bore my burden through endless tracks.

One by one, I seek them all,

Where silence reigns and shadows fall.

The day will come—I’ll wait, endure.

But you—

You placed those towns in my soul, unsure.