Friday, November 01, 2024

Letting the wait pass

Level me with your eyes. 
I'm still waiting for you to break down 
These walls of silence
Maybe there are fragments of broken dreams, 
Caught in the chasms of my soul, 
A little bit of you 
And a little bit of us
Blurred eyes and blurred smiles
This missing still tastes like your lips
My steady breath on your chest 
This was not loved, no, 
Only a glimpse
There was a soul like mine. 

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