God your name
feels so foreign to write
those five letters once
told me what I thought my future would be.
I speak it as infrequently as possible,
nearly whispering it when I must.
As if, somehow, if I speak it too loudly,
I'll lose myself in it all over again.
The soap in my shower smells like you,
so I bought my own.
I was left wondering what you were doing,
at 4:36pm on a Sunday afternoon.
You favorite color appears
in the strangest places, unexpected.
I know it should go unnoticed,
why did you have to love such a bright color?
my body almost forgets what it feels like
to be loved by you
my lips almost forget the taste of you
and then it all rushes back
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 1:03 PM UTC
God your name
feels so foreign to write
those five letters once
told me what I thought my future would be.
I speak it as infrequently as possible,
nearly whispering it when I must.
As if, somehow, if I speak it too loudly,
I'll lose myself in it all over again.
The soap in my shower smells like you,
so I bought my own.
I was left wondering what you were doing,
at 4:36pm on a Sunday afternoon.
You favorite color appears
in the strangest places, unexpected.
I know it should go unnoticed,
why did you have to love such a bright color?
my body almost forgets what it feels like
to be loved by you
my lips almost forget the taste of you
and then it all rushes back
i was brave, i titled this poem with his name, he isn't on this site anyway, and i doubt anyone who knows him is, either. besides me, anyways, not that i really know him anymore after all
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