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Aug 2014
I did not know love
Until your scent drenched my pillow.
I never knew how it felt to drown
Until you left me choking on your name.
Unable to find comfort in your sweater,
The only tangible piece of you left behind.
You were never bound to me
And I never asked you to be
But the way you spoke the words
"good morning"
Once made me betray god daily;
Singing praises of the way
Your fingertips used to greet my spine.
I no longer fear the monster under my bed
I only fear seeing you in a grocery store
Years later,
And the possibility of you telling me
You do not remember me.
Jh
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   ---, stΓ©phane noir and Kelly K
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