Of Utopian Memories

As I stood alone, watching the drifting clouds in the sky,

Being engulfed so in my own web of memories, 

The emotions that have, now, created a path for my tears.

Along with the pain that was constantly tugging at my heart,

I wondered if, it was alright for us just to have this one last dream,

For us just to live like how we did in the past, smiling.

When did we start plastering these fake, unreal smiles?

Our world, where we could be with one another, was once our sky,

Returning to our two other brothers now only seems but an impossible dream.

Our last reminder of them are buried in these memories,

That we forever lock deep in our hearts,

As we hide ourselves from our true feelings, our tears.

We hid our weak side even from ourselves - the tears,

Behind the facades of our strong smiles,

We pretended that we were fine and we