While the twinkling stars dance the waltz in pair,
Tonight of all nights seem to be the best.
A flock of lovebirds fly across the air;
Yet, this loneliness does not give me rest.
Every step I take, every move I make
Am I tickled by nostalgic touch.
As if there were someone beside this lake,
Air then smells like bittersweet butterscotch.
Walking lone under these dim city lights,
The soft wind whispers the sweetest of sounds
I turn round with expectations to sight;
However, you are nowhere to be found.
Your voice engraved in my heart and mind
Becomes the only whisper of the wind.
(October 27, 2014)
YOU ARE READING
To My Ex
PoetryThis is a compilation of sonnets about feelings of love, infatuation, madness, and loss.
