I see you passing in the street
And think to call your name
It's been three years by now but still
You somehow look the same
Is Criminal Minds your favorite show?
How is your sister's cat?
Your hockey team, it's doing well?
When did you buy a flat?
Are you in your dream career?
Do you miss game night?
Have you been getting any sleep?
Are you still so polite?
The questions burn inside my mind-
I let my body freeze
I do not make a single sound-
My heart begins to squeeze
Instead I let you go again
Until you disappear
Trying to convince myself
You were not really here
What good can come from seeing me-
Or what's upon my finger?
For though I have moved on by now
I fear your feelings linger
Thus I pause and take a breathe
Walking out the door
Saying farewell to the man
I don't know anymore
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
