Your words
always mean
something.
They always hit me --
hard as slap,
but comforting
and soft as hug.
Then when you
said that you
love me,
It came with a laugh.
Then I realized,
Your words
always mean
something,
They always hit me--
so hard and painful.
Especially now,
now that you're
gone.
YOU ARE READING
Cascade of thoughts
PoetryYou always visit me. In sadness, In silence. Like flashes Like waves. You come to make me smile, You leave to make me cry. © January 2014
