[A/N: this has been on hiatus while I tried to focus on my other works. Since I'm pretty much worthless in all respects, I decided I'd better post something.]
He realizes now
that everything has changed.
Her clothes in his closet,
draped with easy grace
like grounded doves;
Her voice in his shower,
singing unfamiliar songs,
a beautiful siren;
Her scent on his sheets,
lavender and linen,
sweet and terrifying.
Sometimes,
when he’s alone,
he misses how things were.
But then she sweeps in,
gloriously magnetic,
and he’s lost again.
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PoetryA journal of random writing, poetry, and short story snippets. Some will be good, some will suck. This is my experimental space. Read if you like, but please no judging. I am willing to share my personal writing on this one condition. ***Please read...
