later
Some words, sometimes—when you read them again, months later—it’s as though they’ve escaped. Or run away. Are they still yours? They don’t seem to be,
not anymore.
But they must’ve belonged to you at sometime,
were born in the recesses of your mind,
sprung from your thoughts and memories and feelings.
Though your fingers have lost the feel
of imprinting each letter and your eyes,
the song that gave them to you.
YOU ARE READING
Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
