Blurred Emotions - A Plethora Of Short Stories

Caves

I still fix my hair in the mirror we shared

Surrounded by red walls and late nights

Where the wooden floors creak when we jump

And music bleeds through the enclosure

I miss the way the lights hit your face

Leaving shadows down your cheek

Yet shining in a way that illuminated your smile

With your head rested on my shoulder

And the crowds rushing past

Paying no attention to our stories

Or the way you giggled quietly at occasional jokes

And how we should've kissed

But our bodies retracted to separate towns