It's almost my birthday
I wish for nothing but to turn it away at the door
Another year is another year farther from you
Farther from my memories of you
Farther from your hand on my shoulder
Farther from your kind smile (to me)
Farther from your enveloping laugh
Sweet as a melody and as comforting as a hug
This distance is too much
I cannot be this apart
If I can't have you
Why can't I just hold the idea of you dearly?
YOU ARE READING
Powems
PoetryThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
