My Poetry

Remember

I remember the feeling of cold concrete on my back
The sky was clear and I could the stars again
I was planning on writing that night
Except I got distracted by the chilly breeze
The strangely large leaves sounded similar to wooden wind chimes
All of the hair on my arms were standing up

I remember laying in the yard with only a blanket
The grass stabbing back until I grabbed some sort of protection
Said night i planned to stargaze one more time
It was my last time to see the stars there
I could see the neighbouring holiday lights
I was alone in the most ominously peaceful silence