I see you in the subtle colours of the leaves,
I hear you in the gentle whispers of the wind,
I can feel the soft touch of your hand,
Tears roll down my cheeks, not a sound escapes my tightly pressed lips,
I pray that you find peace,
I pray that you find true happiness,
I pray that you'll be the greatest version of yourself,
If that meant you left me,
I'll deal with the pain in my chest,
I'll deal with the memories that haunt me,
I'll welcome them with outstretched arms,
Knowing that they're all I have left of you,
I wish you knew that even though you left me I never left you,
and I never will.
YOU ARE READING
The world's a little blurry
PoetryFrom the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate -Socrates