I was happy in ways I don't remember
visions and memories, I reminisce of places I know I've been but that's all they are to me
I can recall a little laughter and warmth
and the feeling of being held in the cusp of a strangers arms
But I'm not sure if it was real or just a fever dream
Maybe it was another life but I know I was happy I just can't remember why
and perhaps it'll always feel as if someone's calling my name
But I don't remember your face anymore except that it smiled when it saw me
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PoetryI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
