And there are days I sit
And think about you
Where our memories play like a re-run
Where your smile makes me forget if I am coming or going
Where time seems to dissipate
And everything is only you
And in these times. Sometimes I let me self get lost in
You
I remember the way our hands felt wrapped in one another
I remember how you like your coffee with no cream, but with a waffle
I remember how time with you felt like an infinity amount of Saturday's
Only Sunday always comes
Each week
Always at the end
And it is here that I remember
Your not here
But I always linger
YOU ARE READING
You
PoetryBecause all I ever needed was you But all you ever needed was never me All my dreams you were the star But now I'm holding auditions For the heart you left behind This is for you, because of you. (Tribute to Ian Thomas an amazing poet)
