𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

autumn winds
blow silent across
the landscape of my soul
painting a rich picture
that heightens my loneliness.
what bittersweetness it is
to love you
but barely even know you.
to acknowledge your existence
but never really experience it.
to know those sweet brown eyes
but not all the places
they've been.
to be healed in your presence
but broken in your absence.
to rely on you like you are
the simple air i breathe.
i sit on benches
under dark oranges & reds
picturing your spirited disposition
taking my breath away
like it did just days before.
what i wouldn't give
to go back and rediscover
the burning passion
the aching romance
the unending secret languages
of our stares
of our smiles
or our looks
of our movements
of our poetry
of our minds.
to understand why it was so easy
for you to leave me
and why it is still so hard
for me to begin to recover
from your cinnamon smile.