It’s just me... thinking.
I used to sleep close to your heart
you held me tight,
kissed my head goodnight.
You said,
"This is how I would have us sleep
all of our nights."
I stayed because I loved the sound of your heart
beating while I slept.
I would wake up and you would look at me
and kiss me good morning.
One night your hold on me
loosened.
No more good night kisses.
No more good morning kisses.
You said,
"I'm just tired."
I took that as your word.
I stayed because I still loved the sound
of your heartbeats.
Then one night
you turned your back to me.
No more kisses.
This time not a word.
I hold on you still,
from behind,
because I miss the sound of your heartbeat.
This is my first ever written poem. I wrote this poem the time of my depression ... where I am falling to the abyss... and I am trying to survive...
This was publish last year from another site.