I went with her on a walk today
full of empty conversations
commentary on the houses
and trees we strolled past
my mind was home with you
on our late night adventures
under crisp air
stars and streetlamps
unlike today
you understand comfortable quiet
the bridge from your soul to mine
has no gaps to fill with
meaningless vocabulary
I wish it was you
brushing your arm against mine
recognizing the safety in silence
not fighting to keep the bridge steady
YOU ARE READING
Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
