November 8, 2021
This morning, I missed the rising sun,
Its ray no longer chased the darkness away,
Instead, a gradient of cotton candy
Sweetened the morning sky.
A different kind of hope—
Gentle dreams and trivial worries
Melted together in pinks, blues, yellows,
Atop the fourth floor, a level higher than I have ever gone,
I waited for you, I'll always wait,
As long as we're alive, we can keep dreaming,
With the hope and belief you gave me,
I descended the stairs, back to normal blue skies,
But with newfound courage in my heart.
YOU ARE READING
A Testament to When I Loved You
PoetryA collection of poetry following the feelings of someone falling in love for the first time, although never quite making it anywhere, from the beginning to the end. Or, a testament to when I loved you without really understanding you. ----
