It's been two years since
I last kissed you
and I think I just felt
the first gust of moving on.
You've always been a
favorable muse for my pen and paper
but today, I leave them blank,
smiling at the emptiness
of all that inhibits me,
because today, I lost you
and found myself.
YOU ARE READING
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poetry❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
