i know that patience requires my time
and if i'm running out of hands
to point towards the proper hour,
my tears have been paid minimum wage,
my sadness and anxiety
have been working overtime—
you're trying and that's commendable,
love will always be my final answer
to all of the days that i couldn't keep you here,
my thoughts are louder than our conversations,
my silence is creeping up on us.
i don't know how to express my feelings
and that'll be the end of us.
for all of the ways that i could be feeling,
i wish i knew how to surrender my heart to you.
YOU ARE READING
memento mori // poetry
Poetry" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull
