sometimes my first thought is still you
but it is dull now
like a toothache
sometimes my mind says your name
in the same tone it uses
for poetry
sometimes i sit in bookshops
and catch the ghost
of your lily perfume
but it is a distant thought
a faraway noise
an ephemeral scent
and it is like you are here, yet not
as if you are sharing your essence
with another plane of existence
barely here in your translucence
you sit between realms
equidistant over the edge
it is okay, my love
you can let go now
i am not where you left me.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
sometimes my first thought is still you
but it is dull now
like a toothache
sometimes my mind says your name
in the same tone it uses
for poetry
sometimes i sit in bookshops
and catch the ghost
of your lily perfume
but it is a distant thought
a faraway noise
an ephemeral scent
and it is like you are here, yet not
as if you are sharing your essence
with another plane of existence
barely here in your translucence
you sit between realms
equidistant over the edge
it is okay, my love
you can let go now
i am not where you left me.