It's all fuzzy
I can't sift through it
yet when I hear your voice
The fog clears
The memory resurfaces as if it just happened yesterday
I get thrown right back into it
As if I can feel it all over again
No matter what I do
I can still feel the weight of you being on top of me
YOU ARE READING
Black Water Rose
PoetryDeep poems for the wandering, the lost, and those who are in between
