The cool air
ushers in
the first instances
of the approaching
season.
And yet
I only shudder
at the thought
of you.
As I walk
amongst
the leaves
a gust of wind,
intuition,
brings the stain
of your memory
to my mind.
Perhaps
it was just
your ghost
I felt
move through me
like electricity
only to exit
as quickly
as you first
appeared.
And yet
it still
remained
a painful
reminder
of the way
in which
you broke
me.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
The cool air
ushers in
the first instances
of the approaching
season.
And yet
I only shudder
at the thought
of you.
As I walk
amongst
the leaves
a gust of wind,
intuition,
brings the stain
of your memory
to my mind.
Perhaps
it was just
your ghost
I felt
move through me
like electricity
only to exit
as quickly
as you first
appeared.
And yet
it still
remained
a painful
reminder
of the way
in which
you broke
me.