Poems: Gade 12- Present Day

Band-aids

Moving on

Some think its a form closure

Another word for "healing"

But personally

I feel pain

Thinking every moment that was ours

Is now his and yours

Thinking every night i spent in your arms

You're now in his

And every joke

Or night we spent running around

Letting the night capture our worries

And capture us...

But when the sun rised

And I woke up

I didnt see your familiar roof

I didnt smell you

I didnt roll over and find you there...

I rolled over to an empty bedside

The familiar notes attached to my roof

And the same smell vanilla and pines

Its really not the same without...

Well. You.

Moving on...