It has been a while since I've missed your gentle embrace.
It has been a while since I've drawn my fingertip from blemish to blemish, connecting the dots like constellations.
It has been a while since we've been apart.
Though now time has had it's toll, I do not hang my head in the sheer heaviness of our last goodbye.
It has been a while since I've let my tears fall in your memory.
They deserve to be bottled and given to one who will cherish them, not tossed down my cheeks in sorrow to dry.
It has been a while since I've questioned my worth.
Just because gold has discolored and chipped, does not mean that it cannot be remolded and polished.
It has been a while since I've written words that intertwine with hopeful threads.
Like a heartbroken seamstress, I carry on to sew myself together each time I tear.
However, it has been a while since I've had to repair my soul.
And I thank time for that.
YOU ARE READING
Whispering Words
Poetry"Each poem that stems from my fingertips will root themselves into this book. Sweet or bitter, they will remain here for my readers to enjoy".
