the emptiness that within me that was created by your departure is no longer filled with sadness at the recurring thought of you
your presence is no longer matched with an overwhelming urge to crumble
because I am ever slowly filling myself
filling myself with things that truly make me happy
i am painting again
painting yellow for you but my brush still touches paper
i dug my walkman out again and endulge in T-Rex and Madona
I open my window for early mornings and sit on my rooftop past sundown
rivers, roads and Room 39 gently fill me
despite all these things I have not forgotten about you
on the contrary, memories of you fill me the most
the nights stayed up, the episodes binged, the stories entrusted, the casual touches and sensual ones, and the comfort shared
but unlike before i do not grasp onto them
i willingly let them fill me
not entirely as to leave room for others
because yes i still think of you
but i don't cross your mind
so i must leave room for others
YOU ARE READING
2019 Poem Journal
Poezjasome parts are written with more care than others. grammar is overlooked for the preservation of the moment. enjoy this journey, or don't, but this honestly is to be continued.
