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Letter to a Welsh Pearl
It's 8 years today, and we still haven't talked.
Last I saw, you changed;
Grew prettier, changed countries,
Found new friends and hobbies,
Sat in the gallery of my dreams,
Even went to the college I wished I could be.
It's 8 years today, and everything about me has changed.
I write now,
Paint,
Have many friends,
Been in the papers one too many times.
Many believe I'm successful, I guess—which is nice.
Everything I ever wanted, I accomplished.
But tell me, why do I still feel this way?
Why do I still feel this way about you?
It's 8 years today since you stole my dreams from me—
Dreams of love and being in love,
Dreams of loving, loving none but you.
It's 8 years today, and I know
If I see you again,
My heart will fall once again.
I will love you all the same—
All over again.
— Alba Joshua.
Confessions at 2:30
In the absence of my own thoughts,
my mind tends to think of you.
— Alba Joshua.
Icarus
I will fly too close to the sun.
I will fly too close to the sea.
I will fly because I can fly;
I will fly because, in the sky,
Only I see what no man can see:
The opportunity to truly be free.
—Alba Joshua
I was 21 when I laid eyes on her.
Her eyes told a story of peace —
something her people longed to see.
I was 21 the night we met,
and I finally understood:
I could never be free,
not until her people were free.
— Alba Joshua
5:25 Conversations
"What's on your mind?"
"The freckles on your face."
"What about them?"
"They remind me of the constellations in the sky—imperfect, hard to understand, yet beautiful all at once."
—Alba Joshua
7:59 Convictions
"What's on your mind?"
"Losses: the ones we let go of, and never told how we truly felt."
— Alba Joshua.
If you remember,
I will forget.
If you remember the pain I caused.
I will forget the joy you brought.
If you remember the joy I brought,
I will forget the pain you caused.
— Alba Joshua.
At the confluence of our passion,
lies the subtle fear
that it won't last forever.
— Alba Joshua.
Conflict
Conflicting
Conflicted
I am a conflict of emotions.
My body is conflicting with my spirit.
I am conflicted by everything.
— Alba Joshua
Street A, Block 2, Room 18
Walk me down Street A.
I want to remember those days,
To remember my ways,
And all that I did my way.
Walk me to Block 2,
To the place I called home,
Where passions collided
And memories were born.
Walk me to Room 18,
Where I created my greatest works,
Inspired by moments of spontaneous…
Walk me to my bed.
I hope nothing much has changed.
I hope the clock is still the same,
Set to 2:18 AM.
— Alba Joshua
Tried to Forget 08/17/24
Let's remember Friday
The Friday night we chose to watch Twilight together,
The same day we spent the night together
And slept off like we knew each other.
Let's remember Friday,
The Friday that led up to Saturday,
The Saturday I texted, Could we do this again?
When you said,
"Like another Friday? Sure!"
But I was too afraid to show up.
Maybe let's forget Friday.
Maybe it's for the best.
I guess we just needed some rest.
—Alba Joshua.
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