Every blank wall i've seen reminds me of you.
4 corners flash 4 old memories
Every tear that escapes my eyes tickles my tongue
And another flash of another kiss enters my mind
Every sweater
Every season
It all comes back to another memory of you
Until those 4 blank empty walls
Are tainted with my memories of you
Of us.
1 wall is splattered in contact.
kisses and hugs that I knew I could never hold on to
yet i'd try anyway
Another wall is for vehemence.
the laughs and sweet innocent giggles.
this wall, is my favorite.
Next wall is for passion.
Fiery touches, and fiery looks send a chill down my spine.
This last wall is ugly.
For anger, despair, insecurity.
for hatred, and jealousy.
god, i hate this fucking wall.
And as this room cave's into my mind
I'm confident that eventually it'll expand,
And so will the memories
And so will my love for you.
YOU ARE READING
sonder
Poetrythe realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.