GONE
And she was gone
where I don't pretend to know where
the world was cold as ice sickles
standing I knew that tomorrow
was coming
that to wake up to no softness
no cherry blossom fragrance
lingering after your midnight bubble bath
your frozen smile when you were asleep
smiling
only a pitfall of sorrow
tears of a rain pronounced
loudly
for you were gone
gone from the reaches of my arms
and nothing was or could
ever be more softly
than sharing your
world
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
GONE
And she was gone
where I don't pretend to know where
the world was cold as ice sickles
standing I knew that tomorrow
was coming
that to wake up to no softness
no cherry blossom fragrance
lingering after your midnight bubble bath
your frozen smile when you were asleep
smiling
only a pitfall of sorrow
tears of a rain pronounced
loudly
for you were gone
gone from the reaches of my arms
and nothing was or could
ever be more softly
than sharing your
world
