Another one slips through the cracks.
A soul silenced and freed.
It makes me think of you.
What we could have been.
The way we looked at each other.
Ignoring what was right in front of us.
Laughing among ourselves.
I want to remember you as
someone who made me smile.
When we spent countless nights together.
It has been a long few years.
Before you know it I will be with you.
In your arms.
But for now.
You are tucked away.
YOU ARE READING
The Mess Collective.
PoetryA small collection of poetry I've done over the years. (This is a work in progress. I've been closed off for most of my life, especially when it comes to my writing. But now that I am older I want to share and keep up my writing because it has alway...
