She follows me round in circles in my head
Leaving traces of her hair, her touch, her smile
The ground is stained where we tread
The air is tinted where we sat for a while.
So I'm sorry I didn't message you
And I'm sorry I wasn't exactly honest
When I said I knew it wasn't true
My heart is such a mess
Your hair, your hair, your lips, your breath
The secrets we murmured to the birds
Your hands, your arms, your head on my chest
I held you, I held you until you stirred
I miss you. I miss you more when you're here
Because I can't recapture that moment
And it hurts, I'm seeing the present though nostalgia
To you, it was comfort. To me it meant
The world.
YOU ARE READING
The Wind
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please commen...
