I broke
me,
And I broke
us,
When you broke
free of
us.
The shards still
rankle,
and bleed the nimble feet
of my memory of
us.
We are together now
in body and spirit
and child,
Ghosts of your great love
haunt
every jaunt we
inhabit, as
us.
I write this, smiling
at the rain that
pours and lines
my skin
as you exist in you lover's
thoughts and lust
and in real life, in
us.
me,
And I broke
us,
When you broke
free of
us.
The shards still
rankle,
and bleed the nimble feet
of my memory of
us.
We are together now
in body and spirit
and child,
Ghosts of your great love
haunt
every jaunt we
inhabit, as
us.
I write this, smiling
at the rain that
pours and lines
my skin
as you exist in you lover's
thoughts and lust
and in real life, in
us.
"Ghosts of your great love
ReplyDeletehaunt
every jaunt we
inhabit, as
us."
Hits home! Why is lost love always the most precious?
Her M! It's lovely to see you back here. How has life been treating you?
DeleteNice poem
ReplyDeleteThanks, anon!
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