your absence
feels like a ghost
the only thing i still can't throw away
is your orange post it note
it still sticks to the corner of my mirror
reading "i love you",
but i'd beg to differ
cause now i'm nothing but a souvenir
kept my heart, something to remember
meanwhile your scent still lingers
on all my favorite clothes
and my family keeps asking about you
as if one day
you'll come back home
shoes still sitting in the corner
never to be worn again
a friendly reminder
when i feel like playing pretend
i know better
but i do it anyways
cause nothing makes me happier
than imagining that you stayed
YOU ARE READING
liberosis
PoetryA journey I made through heartbreak. When I felt everything entirely too much. When all I wanted was to let go and hold on. To drown and to swim all at once. This is my story of learning to soak in liberosis. Enjoy. xx
