i never thought we'd be catching up but here we are
the newly found scent of my room filled your nose, but as soon as entered- it was the same smell from two years ago.
walking into a room that used you to sleep in, by my side.
claiming the right side as yours.
it's bittersweet how we both forgot about that.
but here i am, returning your long overdue permit card.
trying to make sense of how i can feel so comfortable, when all i can remember is our tragedy of a past together.
it seems as if it's mutual, since you can still communicate with my father and you even know which pictures on my wall you took.
you're apart of me which i will never let go of, but i'm okay with that.
things happened, buried beneath the soil of country road.
that doesn't mean you have to be filled with rooted hatred,
but only the memories of perlite sweetness and the space to grow.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
شِعرmy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
