One year later

One year later

The jacket that I stole from you,

The scent of it is faint.

I still wear it sometimes

To remind me of your absensce.

My palm tingles as I trace your pillow

One year later, your smell is gone. 

I guess my mind just desperately clings

It is as if I still feel your warmth

The weight of your embrace on my waist

When I sink in bed,

My fingers still recall the silk of your hair

I feel the sting behind my eyes,

I purse my lips against the pain,

My lungs hitch each time I say your name. 

Maybe I will forget.

One day I won't remember

Maybe one year later. 

 

 

 

A/N: Sorry for the random post. I hope you liked it. 

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tumbleweed
#1
Wow this was kinda relatable. And then there's me thinking about meeting my bias, making me super sad because it's almost impossible.