i'm sorry
i don't want to move my furniture again,
to feel better with me in pain
I don't want to cry on my wooden floors again
I don't want to dry my tears in a blanket,
that haven't got washed since November
because Someone whom I adored with all my heart and blood was lying under it
please,
don't turn away nor run away from me into my past
I want our connection to last more than Our lives
because I don't want to Love somebody
who is far gone
somebody who left me shaking from cold
no, I don't want to remember You this way
as someone who left my door wide open
to let the thunder inside
when walking away
someone who left and didn't care about the lightning that could strike me inside of my own house
I don't want to be left alone with sun rays
shining behind my old and dusty curtains.
YOU ARE READING
left in the middle of a highway - a letter to contributers of my modern land
PoesiaLeft in the middle of a highway - feeling lost, with many different paths to choose from and to follow, left in the middle - unforeseen abandonment, the highway - just life.
