I opened every curtain and every window
and the doors were slammed open as if it helped me
catch a scent of you somehow,
as if it helped me stop you in your tracks.
my heart had something tugging on it,
it almost bursted from racing so badly
and my eyes were blocked from all the aching
or was it just the dreaming
or the running?
I wasn’t devastated about you being gone
and I still missed you –
just in a different way.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
I opened every curtain and every window
and the doors were slammed open as if it helped me
catch a scent of you somehow,
as if it helped me stop you in your tracks.
my heart had something tugging on it,
it almost bursted from racing so badly
and my eyes were blocked from all the aching
or was it just the dreaming
or the running?
I wasn’t devastated about you being gone
and I still missed you –
just in a different way.
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