I know that you see me
In the faces of strangers
On the street
I can tell
From that subtle
Shining
Look in your eye
I know that you hear me
In the voices
Of the bars
That you pass by
You hear my laugh
And you smile
That soft
Abhorrent
Smile
I dont miss you
So please
Forget me
I swear it
On the gravestone
I lie beneath
That I know
You visit
Every Thursday
I can almost
Just almost
Reach above to touch you
But I don't miss you
So I won't
YOU ARE READING
dogwood drought
Puisicollection of my "poetry" might not be the most accurate description but I dont really know what else to call this mess. enjoy
