My old habits of coming back to you:
Waking up in cold mornings only to find
warmth in your long gone arms
Tracing the stars in the night sky only to
notice similarities with your moles and scars
Reading through my favorite lines only to
remember that your words were poetry spoken to me out loud
Embracing silence within my room only to
remind me that this is how we end
that this is where you left
this is where I always try to find you
-in the air of silence
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
My old habits of coming back to you:
Waking up in cold mornings only to find
warmth in your long gone arms
Tracing the stars in the night sky only to
notice similarities with your moles and scars
Reading through my favorite lines only to
remember that your words were poetry spoken to me out loud
Embracing silence within my room only to
remind me that this is how we end
that this is where you left
this is where I always try to find you
-in the air of silence
