good bye
in a wisp of smoke, with a wisp of hair
between two fingers clinging
to our shared smiles, our shared skin on sheets
holding to your kiss singing.
in a finger's snap, reality snaps me,
and I lose the angel song,
the tears quickly dry, they tear the good bye,
you can't disappear for long.
Labels: poem
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home