Yeah I missed him
But he is right here,
Just claiming that he isn't
Looking at those eyes
He lost something a long time ago
Only people who are looking for "that" themselves
Can bother to recognize
And he missed me
Fragments can speak
With a simple reverie
It was decided
"Oh what a shame, what a shame"
"She'd have been nicer whole.
I probably would be too.
I only wanted to wonder,
Where the sky went at night"
And yet it's known
The sky
It was tucked into others
Like "wind under your sails"
And you can never tell
Until you can stare at someone eye to eye
And realize
"They have no summer sky"
YOU ARE READING
This is[n't] it
Poetry2021 note- This is more of an archive of old poetry now =) I like poetry. This is my first time doing something public, if not anonymously. I appreciate feedback, as long as it's constructive criticism. Any tips for getting a vague feeling out onto...
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