I sit on the empty stage
As the empty seats
And the sticky tables watch my act
Of my magic act of turning invisible to the world again.
Tumbling outside
The rain trickles down my back
Recreating your touch
That I felt time ago
And the wind breezes through my hair
As you once did whilst drying my hair after my shower
And I knelt to the ground and pleaded the sky
For you to come running back
Watching my world crumble in my hands
And the black hole in chest forming
Screaming at the crying sky
'It's you. Oh god. It's you.'
YOU ARE READING
Train rides and oceans
PoetryA poetry book: heartbreak, love, healing, growth, time. A tale of my life In short story like poems A shift in my focus Rebalance - G
