and i remember you
the ghostly fingers
reaching, reaching
through sweet words
to touch my face,
wipe my tears away
in the dark, my phone
glowing, just like your
words in my dark heart
just like that
and you’re gone
the tears not on my face
but locked cold
inside
i wonder sometimes
do you miss me?
i try so hard not to
i end up doing so
do i
did i
even matter?
YOU ARE READING
touch.
Poetrya poetry series after free the poems. about touch and emotions, and above all, love. this is the phoenix from the ashes. - - - image credit: silverscents.tumblr
