You had me at hello...
and I lost you at goodbye.
My lover, my friend,
... now what?
I tried to ask but
you were too far away,
lost in life
to offer me mine back.
I wondered
amidst the chaos of morning meetings
and weekday keys...
how we got here.
From hearing each other's hearts amidst street lights
to holding on to
silence one refused to break.
And here we are.
A call under the night's starry gaze.
Everything is broken,
now what?
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
