Your name has always sounded to me
The way happiness feels,
The perfect shaping of words,
The most soothing movements of the mouth.
My stomach cramps up at the sight of you.
It does not hurt, no, you see:
It does not hurt at all.
Not compared to how I feel when I remember,
That you,
Once filling up my lungs with your very presence,
Making breathing all that much easier for me,
Still by my side on my exhale,
Is now out of sight,
Unfamiliar,
Distant,
Out of reach.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
Your name has always sounded to me
The way happiness feels,
The perfect shaping of words,
The most soothing movements of the mouth.
My stomach cramps up at the sight of you.
It does not hurt, no, you see:
It does not hurt at all.
Not compared to how I feel when I remember,
That you,
Once filling up my lungs with your very presence,
Making breathing all that much easier for me,
Still by my side on my exhale,
Is now out of sight,
Unfamiliar,
Distant,
Out of reach.
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