I miss you in tides,
high as the summer afternoon sun in the skies
we danced beneath.
I miss you in hues
of grey, green and blue;
akin to carbon copies of your eyes.
I miss you like cities miss the stars,
I'd switch this country's lights off for just a glimmer in the dark.
I miss you with my throat exposed,
heart pacing back and forth down your road,
itching for your call.
I miss you in reveries,
and silent dreams,
in distractions, and the mindful winds I breathe.
I miss you through all these whirlwind feelings.
I miss you when I'm numb to them all.
I'll miss you tomorrow like I did today.
I'll miss you in waterfalls.
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You said you love broccoli,
I said you are crazy,
Green can't be anything.
You said you love work,
I said you are drunk,
Screen can't be anything.
Holding a plate of broccoli,
Focusing on the MS Excel,
Putting on a smiling face,
Cool you survive the both.
You are exhausted
trying to find your truth
I am exhausted
pointing out the truth
everyone has fallen
I am a fly
attracted to your nacreous glow.
Just swat me already.
would it be
to be able to skin myself alive
to drop the weary leather that holds my bones together
and miss a few days, months
in the span of a night
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
when he gets frustrated and looks at me like that
rolls his eyes,
pushes me away,
i get scared he'll be like my dad.
i watched my mom pour out her heart and soul for years
just to love my dad
i dont want that
forever still doesnt feel long enough when it comes to you.