I smile just to forget him
to try to trick my mind
into thinking that I'm happy
but my place is in his arms
a thought a more pleasant
feast for my soul
These days when we must spend it apart
are pure torture
minutes pass like sloths among trees
and I count them one by one
collecting them in my back pocket
impediments until I see him again
time mocks my anticipation
but I know that when he's in my arms again
I'll wish that each second lasts a lifetime
these moments when we only have each other
when time suspends for the briefest blink
and we dance like two figurines in a snow globe
protected, at least until the white flakes cease falling
YOU ARE READING
Invading every thought
PoetryA book of poetry. These are my words, written about love, desire, romance, heartbreak, and all the feelings in between. My thoughts don't have to be spoken to be known. A work in progress.
