My breath ghosted out in front of me
Clinging to the shape that should be there—but isn't.
I leaned my head back, closing my eyes
as the wind teased against my face in false kisses
Fat flakes of unsubstantial snow caressed my eyelashes
I made a wish in the black cold world
wishing for you.
Lips fall open in a sigh
Drops of innocence fall daintily on my tongue
Eyes open to a world washed whimsically in white
While my heart still hides in the dark.
YOU ARE READING
Of Books and Angel Wings
PoetryThese words were written in anger and in sadness and in love. A collection of odds and ends poems who didn't have a home, but now they do. Mariah M. Gilmore Poetry Collection. All rights belong to me.
