Just a little more decorum.

I'm having a leaving moment,
rocking myself to a state
of awake (no sleep
when you're in focus,
reminding me of the
childhood I dropped).

I would want you to know,
it's all mutual
and no distance too
impressive
to be wondered over.

Wanting memory to have
just a little more decorum,
and have more significance
but I'm wrestling with any
hold over your voice.
I'd remember you forever
if I had the choice,
(or the ability).

Now just walking
with no backward
flirting.
The time spent is
unredeemable
except in the
landscapes of
imagination,
meandering down
keeping my memories
separate from
my creation.

AN: (to celebrate my Grandad's birthday, today) & title practically the property of Caligrapher of Hearts