the ringing in my ears wasn't you calling me
it got me excited yk
its another year that you're gone you see
and it got me hopeful yk
I shouldn't be hopeful for what I know is not true
even if I never saw you turn blue
or heard the impact when you hit the hard ground
or whiffed the scent, your trail of perfume
I shouldn't be hopeful
even at this time of year
especially at this time of year
the year you went and your conscious dissapeared
the ringing in my ears wasn't you calling me
it was the remnants of my sanity
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the lost
PoetryHere are some random poems I write when I feel like it. I hope you enjoy. p.s. the cover image isn't mine
