it seems our chapter is coming to a close
words ran thin, the tea kettle is barren
there is nothing left to say
except goodbye
buona giornata
run to Yosemite late in the night
gaze in awe at glacial wonder
all thoughts of me turn to dust
as a wind blows through
goodnight, love
i won't see you tonight
lull yourself to sleep with Dvořák
succumb to sweet dreams
let California tuck you in
dream of me not
for i will be gone
Tuscany welcomes me with warm arms
a glass of ambiance, just that much
will do
Milan wraps me in Armani robe
paint emotions on a broken face
Sicily washes all thoughts of you
until i am whole again
for you
i'll never smile
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
it seems our chapter is coming to a close
words ran thin, the tea kettle is barren
there is nothing left to say
except goodbye
buona giornata
run to Yosemite late in the night
gaze in awe at glacial wonder
all thoughts of me turn to dust
as a wind blows through
goodnight, love
i won't see you tonight
lull yourself to sleep with Dvořák
succumb to sweet dreams
let California tuck you in
dream of me not
for i will be gone
Tuscany welcomes me with warm arms
a glass of ambiance, just that much
will do
Milan wraps me in Armani robe
paint emotions on a broken face
Sicily washes all thoughts of you
until i am whole again
for you
i'll never smile
One of the most raw poems I have written to date. I love it, even if it makes no sense to those outside of my personal circle.
