You were like
a good novel to me.
Satisfying.
Deep.
Unfathomable,
yet it seeps
right through
within me.
Utterly unforgettable.
I allowed a part of its being
to be blended with my soul.
A span of years,
even a thousand
cannot undo that
one moment
I encountered you
when you held out
your hand
and I reached out
to hold it with
my cold ones.
That singular moment
now dissipated, diffused
into the realm
of unreality.
That fabric of
fantastically
woven words,
I tried to grasp
but it ripped in the
tightness of my grip.
I looked on as the
golden threads fall down,
one by one, scattered,
strewn, across
my bleeding eyes.
You are now too far to find.
🍃~sweetmiracle97~🥀
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Lingering Lines
PoetryLines that will linger on your thoughts long after you had read them (well, I hope so). Most impressive ranking: #2 - reflections #3 - thoughts and feelings #5 - sentiments
