today i thought i saw you
walking around my kitchen
and i remember
your scent cold and blue like home
i cling tight
never imagining it would end like this
wishing
wanting
my regret translucent like cigarette smoke
heart beating so fast that it
stopped
all together
so i slept in the icy air
wishing
wanting
to quit you
A.C.
YOU ARE READING
Ne Decorem
Poetry"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?" - Virginia Woolf
