I can barely see
For everything I can.
Air fills my lungs
In some way
It never does.
Sun filters
Through branches
Into me, golden.
Coffee spills
Over my lips
Down my shirt.
And I laugh.
Because
I'm with you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoezjaAfter a break up, one of the best things I've done was get into something I wasn't interested in when we were together. It becomes something not touched by memories of the other person enjoying it with you. For me, it was reading and writing poetry...
