i remember the laugh
as i lay beside her
watching films we were far too young to see
at the age of 10
my mother wouldn't allow me
to watch a movie
that showed a simple kiss scene
pastel pinks covered the wednesday screens
as the redhead told stories of the unseen
and as the night grew
the moon sunk too
her pillows felt far too expensive
fitting
seeing as the the marble floors were so extensive
the mattress would've been a little pricey
not that bad for somebody so feisty
and she would have to sleep with a small light
far too frightened to face the dark
i always wondered what she feared
about the solid void
that enveloped her body
her mother always told me
that she slept better when i was beside her
and we would bake cookies
burnt them to an unfortunate crisp
i remember her crying
and i didn't know how to tell her
that the best part
was making them with her
and one day
slowly
she left
and the air was thick
like the space between us
as she lay on her nice mattress
with her soft pillows
on the marble floors
the dim light filling her heart
and the cookies were burnt downstairs
and i lay there
in my small room
on my dirty carpet floor
no pillow
tears staining the floor
lights off
and emptiness in the pit of my wilting stomach
forgetting how to breathe
without her there
YOU ARE READING
fly me to the moon
Poetrythe second set of poems i have published - currently updating but uncertain of how many chapters will be released ☾ this book explores the suffering faced on earth while falling in love with the the things above. ☽ rated as mature content
