Hey, he says
How was your day
Great, how was yours, I say
He says „great" and we both go on with our day
But as we pass our fingers graze
Our eyes connect
And our souls beg for a taste
But we ignore them as we did before
And we continue with our day
After ten years we meet again
Hey, I say
He stares at me for a little,
like he forgot my gaze
Hey, how was your day, he says
Great, I say
But as we pass our fingers almost graze
His eyes linger on my face
And my soul begs for a taste
But we ignore it as we did before
And we continue with our day
After ten more years we may meet again
But this time both of us will have someone else
on their hand
And maybe this time our fingers will be full
And maybe our eyes will be on something entirely else too
And maybe our souls will still ache for something we forgot
But we will ignore it just like we did before
YOU ARE READING
Things I wish I've kept
PoetryThose are all a little poems I wrote. Some of them I was scared to publish and some I couldn't wait to share. I hope you enjoy them and maybe find a piece of yourself in some of them. Stay healthy!<3
