I remember so clearly how the light of the lamp
kissed your face so slightly in the dark.
We danced to all the slow songs
they played on the radio.
Your skin ignited the fire in my chest,
I was so close to burning with your gaze.
They said stars never die,
I have always believed in that.
So in this eerie silence of the room,
devoid of any of your presence,
I long for the love I used to feel,
before you went away.
What is this room for
if you're not even here?
YOU ARE READING
What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
