the dust
is a reminder of you.
a reminder that i am waiting.
a reminder that you are not here.
a reminder that i still need you.
and so i spread the dust again
and sat upon the windowsill
waiting in desperation
and in vain for your return.
author's note: i have no idea what this means, so don't ask me.
YOU ARE READING
Lock My Heart, Throw Away The Key
PoetryI feel like this deserves a disclaimer ... I'm not some hopeless romantic or anything like that - in fact, I'm a cynic at heart. But occasionally I sit down to write and somehow end up with love poems *shrugs*
