i always think about you
walking through the night alone
the sky would swell from pink to lavender
and we'd watch the sun rise
where we used to lace our fingers together
under the wisteria tree
the labyrinth at which we got lost in
became a narrow road
where i walked towards dusk
and you walked towards dawn
YOU ARE READING
not enough
PoetryWhen I walk alone at dusk and listen to the rustle of the city, I'm wondering how much time I have left. In the morning, when I make coffee for one and in the evening, as I watch the sky set again.
