Yes You

It broke my record when you left
Or scratch that one
Was it me that went away ?

No, never that
Much too mad and lonely a thing to do

Still, sometimes upon an evening deep and soft
Pulling an Autumn sunset covers over my sleepy thoughts
A wonder how much the dull throbbing ache of missing you
Feels so cut glass crystal sharp
Dreams of rivers in my blood
Sands of deserts in my arms
Dust of time on my hands

Listen to my lessening breaths

I broke my record when you left



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-03 at 23:35

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