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rakeljane Jul 2014
Lost. Start anew,
He took his shoes, cologne & time
Left the routine
Each morning I look
For the kisses and secret hugs
Wait for him to role over and tell me I’m loved.

Evenings aimless I walk
Around my house
Streets and stores
We use to do this
Stories we shared with giggles and grins
You always worried
I was getting far too thin
I worried you would leave and
You did.

You worried I’d hate you
Which I guess I will.
We left our life together
All but memories remain
Except the past routine
Drumming in my brain.
Still lost, starting anew.
rakeljane Apr 2014
At some stage I stopped thinking

stopped feeling as well

sat down by myself watched the grass grow

drifted into feathers

of slumber and dreams

electrical impulses with oxygens relief.

— The End —