You were the warm breeze,
that hugged my skin.
You were the stillness,
Too my raging shore.
the salty floods you once steadied,
Now rise without your shore.
You were the warm breeze,
the calm breeze.
Now I don't know what the breeze feels like.
the warm nights,
flushed against your skin.
now cold, and empty.
long, and dreary.
counting the time.
From the moment I last called you mine.
The bed remembers you,
But so do I.
the sheets you once preferred.
longing to hear you say they need to be washed again.
But longing is a door
That is no longer open to you.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC
You were the warm breeze,
that hugged my skin.
You were the stillness,
Too my raging shore.
the salty floods you once steadied,
Now rise without your shore.
You were the warm breeze,
the calm breeze.
Now I don't know what the breeze feels like.
the warm nights,
flushed against your skin.
now cold, and empty.
long, and dreary.
counting the time.
From the moment I last called you mine.
The bed remembers you,
But so do I.
the sheets you once preferred.
longing to hear you say they need to be washed again.
But longing is a door
That is no longer open to you.