It's been so long that nowadays, people just tell me to get over it
Like it's something I can cross if I try hard enough to do it
I try my best, I close my eyes, but behind my closed eyelids you're still living
And when I open them I see you everywhere in everything
Your voice is always the very last one I hear at night
And all handwriting looks like yours if I only tilt my head just right
And I've started buying the clothes detergent that you used to use
If only to feel like every shirt gives me a hug from you
Instead of the coffee I liked best, every morning I buy yours
And I'm a frequent visitor of all your favorite stores
They tell me it's been long enough, just get over it
But, I confess, I can't even see the bridge yet.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
