harsh were the words in the
wind when you whispered,
and fear laced your voice
when your priorities flickered.
"my shoulders will be homes
to your burdens no longer,
my heart isn't haven for the
troubles you conquer,"
and my armour did shatter
when you spoke in confession,
that you were an answer when
i was not the question.
my summer and days of
butterfly field bliss,
my heart could never find
someone more to miss.
because you'd linger like a ghost
and continue to haunt me,
your laughter rang in rain,
your perfume stained my memory.
but each time i saw
the hairtie you'd forgotten,
or the olive shirt you wore
made of soft silk and cotton,
your voice would come alive
in the recesses of my mind,
reading me what books
in my shelf that you could find.
lively was the air
that rang through your tone,
unforgettable was the sequence
of your number in my phone.
and i'd wake myself from daydreams
of you and i before,
listen to your voicemails
from when our love was war.
i kept wondering for hours and days
asked myself what went askew,
if the flaw was us together
or if it was me, or even you.
under my cold sheets
without you i would lay,
rehearse our forgotten arguments
and regret what i didn't say.
because you curled your tongue in venom
when you said i didn't care,
and i look back at it through windows
of words i should've shared.
i'm a fool for not having
told you any sooner
that until you let me go
i didn't see our future.
when the you walked out loud,
what reverberated through the floor
was your fading footsteps
and the shutting of the door.
as i sat there for hours
thinking you would soon return,
it only dawned on me
i'd lost the only love i'd earned.
luke
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