I remember laying with that cotton quilt
Comfortable yet afraid
Of the visions my mind had built
I remember sitting on that foam bed
Head in my hands
Hoping these times would never end
I remember standing in that blue room
These walls that surround me
Built the me that you knew
I remember laying with you as I do now
Uncomfortable yet lazy
As I only live in the now
I remember sitting with you at the foot
Crying my eyes out
Because you just couldn't do it
I remember standing at the sliding door
Watching in anticipation
Because I knew there would be more
YOU ARE READING
The Cadence of Ghosts
PoetryNot my best work imo, but it captures little snapshots of how I felt in certain periods of my life.