I’m staying right here. There’s a part of you that’s with me. Sometime tomorrow or the day after, or a year after, you may remember and turn back to look for that part of you. When you do, I’ll be right here.

I want to call it Day 1

Of letting it be
My face feels the moments
Trying to hold on to your skin
The light
The arms that held me in
The heart that didn't want to let me go
Of everyday laughs
Of talking about the day
and cutting nails
Or taking the little one to the barber shop
Or dancing in the first rain
Of laburnums in bloom
Of kisses on the neck
Of late night confessions
and sheets of words that only makes it sweeter
Of 'have your reaxhed'
Of 'how could you have known I'm thinking of you'
Of wanting wanting wanting
And here I am
Years down the line
imagining that this is day 1
Of letting it be

In

In waves of the sea

screaming in my glee

In my mother’s lullaby

as I huddle with a sigh

In breeze from the trees

Lifting hot air balloons

On my shopping spree

Buy something for yourself you say

Two steps behind ..you said you’ll be…always

You were there…and always will be

I hold ~

I hold my phone, the cursor pulsing.

My thoughts come in a stampede, each urgent, ferociously trying to get to you. To be seen, heard, felt, belonged. Of course they’re stupid. None of them make it. They’ve all left their words behind.

And then I type..
Hey

And then I fit myself inside a memory of you and close my eyes

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