I am awake now,
and their is a smile on your face
as you look into the mirror.
I miss the music that we played together,
the records that we listened to,
I miss the the art books,
the poetry readings and
taking turns reading.
I miss your sunlight.
your brown eyes,
your anxieties,
your skin, your lightness, your light.
but you're far away now near
that golden bridge,
and all I can do is think of you-
and try to forget.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment