is it wrong
that i still look for your face
in crowded rooms,
that your voice is still the one
to calm me?
i crave your presence,
i want you near.
can you stay with me?
just a little bit longer
until i get used to
all the empty halls of my heart
you left behind
carelessly leaving the doors
and windows
wide open
now wind moves in and out
the walls are getting cooler
by the day
i still need to learn
to light the old fires on my own
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
