Updated: Nov 1, 2022
Carving the memories of you into poetry.
Yellow paper
with blue lines.
Chicken scratch handwriting.
Big wet blobs
where tears hit like a rainstorm,
crashing against the letters.
Uncrossing the t’s,
smudging the i’s.
Shaking hands crease the poem;
fold it carefully.
Paper airplane.
Hoping the thought of you would vanish,
carried away by the wind.
An honest mess- A rain cloud affair; Nothing more than clothes in the corner piled high on the chair, Your mouth says a name- doesn’t...
What if spilled ink Was nothing more than Dense words compacted On your muddled page? Not a mess to mop up, But a message to sort out....
The ephemeral glow of the sun, rising above the ocean. Light rays reach out, like the hands of a god offering eternal tranquility....
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