You made me feel like
classroom chatter,
late night landline cable twirling
on my stomach with my feet up kicking
A long drive with the top down on
the backroads,
and I can hear you using the underbelly of the leaves to whistle my name
You’ve been gone for sometime but I still
hum your breaths on key,
never missing a beat,
I can still feel you running your hands through my hair, down my body, to
my feet
I tell my sons the war stories
you taught me,
like never trust your neighbor
and only touch what you can see
Hate ain’t love
and hard ain’t hard if
everything comes easy
And so I tell ‘em how I see ‘em,
the scars bleed hard
but the pain ain’t free
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 12:44 AM UTC
You made me feel like
classroom chatter,
late night landline cable twirling
on my stomach with my feet up kicking
A long drive with the top down on
the backroads,
and I can hear you using the underbelly of the leaves to whistle my name
You’ve been gone for sometime but I still
hum your breaths on key,
never missing a beat,
I can still feel you running your hands through my hair, down my body, to
my feet
I tell my sons the war stories
you taught me,
like never trust your neighbor
and only touch what you can see
Hate ain’t love
and hard ain’t hard if
everything comes easy
And so I tell ‘em how I see ‘em,
the scars bleed hard
but the pain ain’t free