There was a moment,
(I remember.)
When I stopped loving you.
It was a morning like any other, except
I, being the type of person I was at the time,
Couldn't have cared less
About what you were saying or what we were doing.
All I could do was watch:
Lips like peach wine moved about, dancing
To the beat of the prettiest brown eyes;
You talked about the things you wanted to talk about.
That's when it hit me
(That's the face of you in my head.)
I remember it not because I was saddened
Or fearful of the unknown rest of eternity without you,
But because I wondered if you felt the same.
And you did.
It's been eight years, and I was wrong.
YOU ARE READING
RIVER
PoetryA self-guided tour through childhood, innocence, love, and the loss of it all. Feel what you want, it's all butterfly gardens from here anyways. Just remember that you're not alone here. Started January 13th, 2019. Updating weekly, sometimes more.
