sky turns that pretty shade of pink
and I think of you
I think of all we've been through
sleepless nights, holding each other close
turning our tears into gold
painting our scars blue
like our hearts
I think of your kisses
forehead touches
loving whispers
promises of forever and ever
together
wind ruffles my hair
goosebumps erupt on my skin
in the exact same places your fingertips used to brush
sky turns that pretty shade of pink
and I miss you
YOU ARE READING
Gloaming
Poetryinspired by all the emotions we feel in the gloaming: love, sadness, melancholy, longing, and everything in between
