For some reason, I'm still looking for you—
Walking down the streets we used to roam,
Looking for your dark hair in the crowd.
I take the bus we rode every day,
Hoping you might be there.
I listen to the songs you showed me,
Searching for your voice in the melody.
I wear the clothes you gave me,
But they don't smell like you anymore.
I watch the movie we loved,
Waiting for you to lend me your lap.
But I can't seem to find you.
You've disappeared—just not from my heart.
YOU ARE READING
The book of meaningless words
PoetryJust a silly collection of slurred words into poems, matters of my brain on a paper, pieces of my heart in verses, last bits of my soul in a hardback book.
