the city still reminds me of you
that much i can't deny
taxis and buses and a symphony of beeps
that sounds like the ending of a video game
i can't say that i've forgotten
the way you joke with license plates
corny knock knocks and a constant race to find
numbers that add up to twenty nine
but know that i have almost stopped
counting down in a kid voice waiting for
the traffic lights to change -
and i've also gotten over finding the
pinkest, brightest car in the mob
i can cross streets by myself now
and without panicking, i now know how to order
and eat things from fast food chains
alone
i no longer feel the need to always have someone with me
i've learned to be with myself
for myself
and that i can't always rely on others ...
i can't always rely
on you
like smoke veiling the twinkling stars
things aren't always what they seem
like smoke dissipating into thin air
one day i'll come clean
for now i'll stick to writing these little things about you
leaving bits and bobs in poems
one day instead of seeing the greys of this world
i'll just see the blue and gold
i'll see the city beyond the smog
i'll see myself beyond what used to be us
YOU ARE READING
Shards & Fragments
PoetryThere came a point in time When I couldn't even write a single line. Blank pages scared me. Typing then erasing what I've written frightened me. Writing, something that I used to love Became the very thing that I tried to avoid But now that I've reg...
