My heart's a yo-yo.
It peaked your interest
I let you hold it
You let the thread loosen a little too much
Now it's difficult to reel it back in.
It just stays there
Swinging back and forth
Won't move up from the bottom.
I want to believe that it's difficult for you to reel it back in.
That you're trying, but it won't budge.
But we're not kids anymore.
And you've had your practice.
And I have to accept that's not the case.
YOU ARE READING
The World XXI
PoetryThis collection is born from the quiet hours, where silence weighs heavy, and the shadows cast by memory grow long. Each poem is a fragment of grief, a reflection of loss, and an echo of the fragile beauty that often accompanies sadness. In these wo...
