I ask my heart,
how do I temporarily, artificially
forget
about him, like TMS to my memories?
My soul answers,
write.
So I write, but
what comes out is
the way you smell
like fresh earth
and savory sweet shampoo
the way your lips come together
perfectly
to speak my name
moments before meeting my own
in a sacred dance we create
the way you move
your body languidly slouching
disobeying my stern tone
telling you to stand straight
the way your head tilts back
your eyes crinkle
in a nearly silent laugh
when you find me silly
Countless memories of you and I
cycling through my mind
Tell me,
How can I be empty
when I am so full of
you?
YOU ARE READING
Bare Bones
PoesiaA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
