Day 8 - 31 March 2016
This is a little all over the place. I started with one feeling and ended up with a lot more. Some times even words feel frustrated.
Title: And me, you
I have never done this before.
Did you hear about me in the wind?
When did you breach the walls of my wounds?
I have your voice in my head.
Your laugh.
My phone doesn't ring with your name.
I am forgetting how your name looks on my cracked phone screen.
Maybe, just maybe, that is a good thing.
I am slowly letting go of the urge to call you.
But it comes back; pulls me in; and it takes all of me to not call you.
I say I miss you.
I almost spill the words that will mean guilt to you,
And peace to me.
And all you say is - And me, you.
This is a little all over the place. I started with one feeling and ended up with a lot more. Some times even words feel frustrated.
Title: And me, you
I have never done this before.
Did you hear about me in the wind?
When did you breach the walls of my wounds?
I have your voice in my head.
Your laugh.
My phone doesn't ring with your name.
I am forgetting how your name looks on my cracked phone screen.
Maybe, just maybe, that is a good thing.
I am slowly letting go of the urge to call you.
But it comes back; pulls me in; and it takes all of me to not call you.
I say I miss you.
I almost spill the words that will mean guilt to you,
And peace to me.
And all you say is - And me, you.
No comments:
Post a Comment