Behind the door I can still hear you.
Restlessly rolling around trying to find
that perfect way to dream like everyone else.
Soft exhales as you finally find the right spot.
I can still hear us laughing over you beating me in video games.
Sometimes you even let me win.
It's like we were still holding each other
as we lie on the couch watching our favorite show.
You fall asleep running your fingers through my hair.
The way you smile and hide your face when I wake you.
I miss us.
Our memories are quickly fading as I stand up and walk away.
But I can still hear you behind the door.
Quietly calling my name.
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...
