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Supritha Oct 2017
What I d remember of you
When I leave this place
Is of us exploring the foggy city in the early mornings
Is of us cozying at night infront of your fire place
Playing a deck of cards
Drinking beer with our friends
Of the love that we thought we had
Of the loss we thought we d incurred
Of the emotions vested
Of the coffee beans roasted
You and I posing for the picture
We printed on the mugs as memorabilias for the future
of your unibrow I was  once so fascinated with
of my life stories you dismissed as a simple myth
of the taste of your lips
the warmth of your coffee breath
the sharpness of your nose
of the moments we chose
of the takeout menus lying on the floor
of the house, the water and the shore
I am carrying the love with me
The memories and the shared spaces
I would try to move on without you
Without your kisses and warm embraces
Release myself from the shambles of your love
And move on to getting caged by your memories
Keep ruling me my love
For without you I am lost of my many identities.
Lex Jul 2018
Waking up to good morning texts from him
And breakfast for two
What adventure are we going on today
Late night shenanigans at one am to
Movie night in with kettle corn
Your favorite...
All-nighters in your t-shirt to long phone calls
Dancing to our song under the stars in the pouring rain
Late night picnics under a pink cotton candy sky
Lunch with his family and dinner with my mom
Saturdays are for football and Sundays for movie night
Skin on skin under the blankets
Your soft touch drawing images on my back with your finger
My head on your chest and legs wrapped around you
A spot for your toothbrush and a drawer full of my clothes

Turns into…

Long paragraphs with overthinking
Trust issues to trust gone and no more smiles
A contest of who can scream the loudest
Bringing up things that happened months ago
Who hurts the most
She cries and he waits for it to be over
But when he cries she doesn’t see
Promises being broken and your word means nothing
Missed phone calls and one-word responses
No messages and breakfast for one
Sleepless nights with a feeling of loneliness
Pictures deleted and memorabilias burned
Number blocked and no one to talk to
Clothes returned and toothbrush in the trash
Five months later a text from a familiar number
Who is this

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