sunlight streaming through
the windows
in the still time
of our apartment
it's hitting
our wooden floors
as you hear
the cars
pass by the building
in a splurge of
honks and beeps
and we're tangled in the sheets
with the sound of our
coffee machine
playing a beat
better than
any of us could
your hands grasped onto mine
skin touching skin
gazing at each other's
perfect imperfections
lingering looks
as fingers trace tattoos
and scars
and memories
we've held dearly
like the mason jar
on our living room shelf
filled with love letters
of forevers
and infinities
our loud laughs
and giggles
echo in the room
as we try to hold in
the excitement
of another one
of our stupid jokes
and before i could
enjoy your smile
i wake up abruptly
just like ice cold water
is poured onto me
i'm left
with heavy sweats
and an empty spot on
my bed
and even with
my heaving breaths
i am scared you wouldn't
fill this space
again
but
i'll always leave it
open for you to come back.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
