But you see darling
We were the perfect opportunity
At an imperfect time
We were a firework
A burst of brilliance
But all too soon
Nothing but smoke and the image
Burned in your eyes
Nothing but the outline
To tell of what once was
I sometimes wonder
How you're doing
If you've found your perfect girl yet
If you still think about me
Like I think about you
I can still feel
My head on your chest
The soft pat you would give my leg
Your smile
Your kind eyes
And fierce spirit
I miss you
When I lay in the dark
And things don't feel right
I dream about you
And me
Looking at the stars
But it fades away
Because you are just a thought
And I miss you so much
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
Poetry(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly
