The sunlight almost tastes sweet,
like your baking.
The wind messes up my hair,
but it's not the same
as your fingers running through
the bleached strands.
The people outside
going about their business
smile at me,
but they don't have
your glossy lips that call for me.
- Call Me if You Miss Me
YOU ARE READING
Bodies in My Closet
PoetryAnother attempt, perhaps another failure. no. 1 #spilledink 11.05.2024 no. 1 #unloving 11.05.2024
