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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.
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.

— The End —