It feels hollow
Sounds like an echo
I can't see you, so it's like I'm in glitch mode
There won't be shared secrets between us anymore
Or the short-lived visits
Everything stopped the minute you decided that you couldn't dodge the bullets
I have so many things I would want to change
But time is cruel, and it's something I can't manipulate
So I reminisce on happy times...
Like the nights you'd cover me with a sheet
Cos i was too big to carry to bed
messing everything, and then you put it all right in the end.
Like, breafast being toast made using a metal hanger
And having tea parties with your antiques
Because the only thing I can do now is try to remain happy on the surface with your memories underneath.
YOU ARE READING
Surface. - Poetry Novel
PoetryMemories always seem to eventually come to the surface. These are the ones that stood out to me Enjoy♡ -2024 poetry project
