There’s a space where your voice used to be.
I can’t recall a single melody.
How you said hello or called me love.
Silence lines the edges of my heart.
Did you know? I don’t remember your face.
I trace my hand over the once well-known edges,
The shape of your cheeks, your eyes, your smile,
The strength of your hugs is a thing of memory now.
When I realised it, I cried.
It felt like losing you all over again.
Curled up in the darkness’ hold,
Clinging to you as if to whisps of smoke.
I miss you everyday.
The wound has scarred over,
The days still pull at it though,
Reminding me, calling me, calling you.
I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Inkdrops in Storybooks
PoetryThis is where i dump my amateur poetry. Some sad, some happy, but mostly, wildly emotional.
