that feeling
so interminably heart-tugging
when you haven't seen your best friends
in person
for some 157 days
that space
on your soft yellow photo wall
which carries the void of memory
the absence of connection
the garden where emptiness blooms
that voice
heard through the telephone
flooding your eyes with blue light
and pixels
and pictures
and laughter
distant and metaphysical
that breeze
brushing past your shoulders
to remind you that
when that place is filled
you'll still be a few metres apart
a few metres
feeling like a few thousand light-years.
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too young to be this sad | poetry
Puisithe thousands of colours, dreams, and thoughts running to me at 2am, condensed into a little garden of poems and prose. ・・・・・ ✁ - - from the author : this is my first piece of work on wattpad omg i'm scared i hope you all enjoy 🥺🖤
