a month had passed
or maybe two.
i didn't know.
time was skewed.
hours felt like days
and minutes dragged for hours.
he had cured me of my loneliness
after i had become so accustomed to it.
he stole me away from my empty apartment
filling it with his scent
and his presence.
taking up the space
that had been unoccupied
since i moved in.
now all that was left
was the memories
and the green flannel hanging on the back of the chair.
YOU ARE READING
some words about love
Poetrychaos erupts in my mind flowing down to my soul so that a fire burns within me with him as the source. how do i keep the flames at bay? how do I put them out? I write. I write so my words become the spray of a hose washing over me over you over lov...
