If I
Erased all of you,
Wiped you from existence,
Smudged your kisses from my face,
Unwrapped your limbs from my body,
Ripped your page from the storybook.
A life without you.
This unconditional affection,
This unwavering acceptance,
This unselfish appreciation,
This unlike anything else,
Is life with you.
I would never know true love,
I would spend my time searching for it,
In everyone I met.
I would probably think I found it.
But it would be a tormented deja vu,
Existing after
Life with you.
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 9:53 PM UTC
If I
Erased all of you,
Wiped you from existence,
Smudged your kisses from my face,
Unwrapped your limbs from my body,
Ripped your page from the storybook.
A life without you.
This unconditional affection,
This unwavering acceptance,
This unselfish appreciation,
This unlike anything else,
Is life with you.
I would never know true love,
I would spend my time searching for it,
In everyone I met.
I would probably think I found it.
But it would be a tormented deja vu,
Existing after
Life with you.
Prompt was writing a poem on what life would be like without your favorite person 149 weeks ago.
