Your fingerprints dust every
Inch of everything that
I own.
Your silence fills the air
While we drove from
New York to my house.
And now we are strangers
Again
But this time we have
Memories.
And for a minute
Between trying to get rid of your presence
And trying think of something to say to you,
I felt like I had lost
Myself.
So I stopped trying to forget you
And stopped trying to insert false pretenses
And I refused to replay the memories.
And for a minute
I felt like we might
Just be okay.
YOU ARE READING
A Delicate Void
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories, and thoughts (c) BreatheForMeBabe 2013. I gave you a shred of my soul. The edges, soaked in blood, cloaked in tears, were deteriorated from years of harsh depression and abuse. I thought that I could run from yo...
