The Youth I Imagined

Love is like wind and rain, like the sunlight we long to be surrounded by. We forgot the flutter of our first feelings, and so we no longer knew how to bring things to an end. In the end, breaking up became nothing more than an autumn greeting. All the tangled regrets and trembling anger, all the sins left unexplained, would eventually fade away, and after a rainy season the skies would suddenly clear. Time became the most poisonous cure. After the pain, we began to accept reality and continued telling the story of life without you. That future, in truth, still had its beautiful scenery. We would find someone right for us, to honor those who hurried through our youth. Whether we loved them or not, they were all just memories, turning into wind, turning into rain, turning into that cloud you might see when you look up now and then. Will it still keep you company as the sun sets? Youth is a song without a melody, teasing every note that arrives unexpectedly. No matter how moved we are as we try to write the music, in the end it may still dissolve into tears before it can become a song. We follow the tracks left behind by time as it rolls over us, yet the road remains bumpy, and before we know it, our tears have spilled all over our memories.