Truistic Poem by Romella Kitchens

TRUISTIC



The stars were shouting.

All of those constellations above.

In this crazy, freezing world, we

laid in the snow, made love...



Now, the love is over and,

you've moved from place to place.



If I walked directly up to you, would

you even know my face, or feel attraction,

hit reset and start all over again?

Set yourself and race, making memories

we can never keep nor replace?

As time goes on and we don't even make a plan

will you still remember me or will you even give

a damn?