A Thread Of Letters >> Poetry

Ignore

You could have had ignored me
I was there, too far even to your own sight
So, how could you still manage to stop
And, shout my name
"Kyla!"
With a voice that never echoes back
It altered in my brain chemistry
In every fiber of my being
From the threads of my hair
Up to the bottom of my feets
I am not forgetting the way you spent time just to greet me
With a wave and a smile
That I am sure
I'll never be able to see again,
For months.
– Kyla