the archaeology of us

my beloved,

these days, while the brutality of each battle with life got imprinted on your eyes and lips, i desperately tried to grab all the most beautiful memories of my life with all my strength, before everything is washed away in the whirlwind of time.

those were also the days when you laughed with your eyes closed,
and days your body fragrance is sauvignon blanc;

the days when your most beautiful memories are locked away in a treasure box,
only to be buried.