April

When I open my eyes

there are no more arms enveloping me.

There is no more additional body warmth.

Now it just feels colder outside.

And more than anything, inside.

I see the empty space beside me.

She is the first thing I think about.

There are so much traces of her in my everyday.

The food I eat, the music I hear, the memories I remember.

I should’ve known it was a lie to believe

that she would leave.

Not different from all the other lies.

I see her in my everyday.

It almost feels like a lie that she left.

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Perhaps

Perhaps when my walls came down, your feelings went along with it.
Perhaps as I empty another bottle of wine, I come to see how your words were too.
I heard a bird sing when I woke up this morning and I remembered how different it was to be so inspired.
Then I come across our old song and realize how people never put the song on their car or on the radio anymore.
Perhaps as the trends change, people too.