I was crying in my room
wearing your old shirt
the one that smelled like you
Well, before I threw it in the trash anyway.
You were somewhere.
Your room probably.
I imagine you were crying.
......
For several years I'd worked as a life coach, assisting clients day by day,
Like blazing colors in the shank of the evening, chases deep blues away.
It was an occupation that I enjoyed, as helping others is very rewarding,
Like gardeners who labor long, for the artless beauty nature's awarding.
Next to my home was a blooming park, embroidered with spring greens,
With blue, pink and redbirds in lacy treetops, that were forever singing.
I enjoyed strolling and sitting there, mainly during the balmier weather,
......
Like the premonsoon rains,
You came in, unannounced.
Like the front page of a newspaper, you were filled with casualties and bad news.
Yet I wanted to read every single word of it, knowing it would hurt.
Like the ruins of a place were your words.
Beautiful, but decaying in hindsight.
Like a favourite song played on loop only to hate it later on, was my presence to you.
......
Part of me suspected we would crash and burn
I just didn't know when
Part of me needed to get in that car with you then.
One hi
One sheepish smile
Such a nice day
for a ride.
Quickly you made me feel
......
How do I delete?
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For several years I'd worked as a life coach, assisting clients day by day,
Like blazing colors in the shank of the evening, chases deep blues away.
It was an occupation that I enjoyed, as helping others is very rewarding,
Like gardeners who labor long, for the artless beauty nature's awarding.
Next to my home was a blooming park, embroidered with spring greens,
With blue, pink and redbirds in lacy treetops, that were forever singing.
I enjoyed strolling and sitting there, mainly during the balmier weather,
......
Part of me suspected we would crash and burn
I just didn't know when
Part of me needed to get in that car with you then.
One hi
One sheepish smile
Such a nice day
for a ride.
Quickly you made me feel
......
Like the premonsoon rains,
You came in, unannounced.
Like the front page of a newspaper, you were filled with casualties and bad news.
Yet I wanted to read every single word of it, knowing it would hurt.
Like the ruins of a place were your words.
Beautiful, but decaying in hindsight.
Like a favourite song played on loop only to hate it later on, was my presence to you.
......
How do I delete?
Continue reading
I was crying in my room
wearing your old shirt
the one that smelled like you
Well, before I threw it in the trash anyway.
You were somewhere.
Your room probably.
I imagine you were crying.
......