Someday,
Sitting on a windowsill,
Looking out at a world that has turned ridiculously normal in your absence,
I'll stumble across my past once more.
And I'll remember,
Your sweet laughter,
That blue stare,
Our bittersweet story,
Your dark brown hair.
Maybe then it won't hurt no more,
Maybe I'll even smile when I hear your name.
But not now,
Now that my universe has its head bowed in shame,
Now that your memory is still an open flame.
YOU ARE READING
Stelliferous
PoetryWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
