She was all the force of a hurricane,
A sudden summer storm,
In her presence, I felt the rain,
In her absence, never calm
She was the raging bonfire,
Impulsive, fleeting, strong,
I felt the flames wash over me,
Then suddenly...gone.
She was the footsteps on the beach,
Never mine to own,
I watched the waves reclaim each,
Till I was left alone,
Memory yearns for what could not be,
Distance measured in years,
She was a volume of my history,
And I was a footnote in hers.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poetry
PoesieA collection of poetry. It may not always be what you want to read, but its always real. Cover made by Shannon Hughes, a.k.a @LavendarEyes.
