When I caught the sunset yesterday
I thought of you,
Smiling at the smeared horizon,
How magnificently you would wear its hues.
You came to mind when it rained
On Tuesday, as I sprinted to take shelter
Under the awning of a flower shop.
Winter is long gone, and yet
Ever morning, I wake up to a cold bed.
Residues of hungry dreams remain
Etched on my skin.
Hot coffee, warm cinnamon rolls,
Even the smell of fresh laundry
Rouses a repressed memory –
Everything brings me back to you.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
When I caught the sunset yesterday
I thought of you,
Smiling at the smeared horizon,
How magnificently you would wear its hues.
You came to mind when it rained
On Tuesday, as I sprinted to take shelter
Under the awning of a flower shop.
Winter is long gone, and yet
Ever morning, I wake up to a cold bed.
Residues of hungry dreams remain
Etched on my skin.
Hot coffee, warm cinnamon rolls,
Even the smell of fresh laundry
Rouses a repressed memory –
Everything brings me back to you.
NaPoWriMo Day 16
Poetry form: Acrostic
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