Recently I rewatched one of my favorite shows, and it made me realize how much I miss you. How much I am going to miss because you are no longer here.
I realized that me missing you comes in waves, and I gulp in fresh air after every hit, and after all of them I think I am safe. And then, I am engulfed again.
And I am using this metaphor because I think you liked the ocean.
You were taken from me when I was too young, and I don't remember much of you. I don't know if that is a blessing or a curse.
After my brain tries to sooth me with happy memories, I shatter again, because there are almost none.
I remember you as a vague memory, you are kind of foggy. Like a crush you develop on bus, and then never see them again and you can remember how you felt in that exact moment but for the life of you, you cannot remember their face.
how am I supposed to move on, when I cannot remember who I am moving of from.
YOU ARE READING
Motel
Poetrywhat is a book other than a motel where I check my thoughts in and you check them out? a collection of poems I wrote but never published.
