i still half expect to see you
walking around the halls much like i do
although your posture was usually better than mine.
faint voices in the back of my memories prepare me
for a glimpse of you walking around every corner
i have concluded that the every other day reminder of your existence
isn't enough
you relentlessly linger in the halls of this high school
you linger on the streets by my home
you linger in the back of my throat
it's been over a year and sometimes
i swear i still smell you in these
rapidly fading memories
here's looking at you.
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
