her absence trained me
week after week,
day after day,
second after second.
until I got used to it
and
F
A
L
L
for eternity.
I've forgotten how to feel
gravity ever since.
the debris of our once haven
crushed upon me,
scraping my flesh with
ephemeral moments we had
and breaking my bones
into dust.
you are the dust that dance
in the sunlight
and disappear in the shadows.
I've befriended a girl
with many names.
each of them waltz me
away from the truth;
to her.
every phrase, every word
in poems I make
my tongue is becoming
a replica of hers.
I hate it.
she's supposed to be
a stranger to me by now
because that is what
she was.
she was never here even before.
she had embodied all falses,
but one thing that I know is true.
she once called me
nimbus.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
