i don't remember much of myself back then
only small clues that lead to a bigger predicament
but i remember the chorus of your favourite song
the one we were stuck singing in the car
after a friday night shutout
the way your voice sounded so sweet
like honey on the trapped wire or tree sap
your eyes a glistening comet
so beautiful it was to be with you
however much of me is lost knowing now
i am far from who i was
you are so close to the air i still breathe
yet the constant state of you
so wondrous and vital
i miss the way your skin set me off
a small price to pay for dollar store salvation
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
