I hope you know that every straw wrapper I get I still twist into a bow the way you used to.
I hope you know that you shaped so many of my favourite things, that everything I turn to for comfort is dusted with youness.
I hope you know that my heart aches to live life without you around. That when you ask me "what's new" I have nothing to say simply because admitting life went on feels insulting.
I hope you know I think of you often. From the words I write, to the movies I watch, to the ink covering my skin. I see you in everything.
I hope you know it kills me that it always gets so hard. That I'm so far away. That we're both so busy. And a million other things.
But I hope you know that until I die I'll still be making straw wrapper bows. That you'll still color my days like you coloured my soul.
Basically I just hope you know how much I love you.
C.G.
YOU ARE READING
No one is there
Poetrypoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
