A pair of green-blue eyes stare
the next moment, only darkness
The sound of a call reaches my ear
only to fade into the whisper of trees
The scent of a freshly lit cigarette
spirals in circles into nothingness
The slightly crooked smile toward me
vanishes as the corners of your lips stiffen
The taste of lips
shaped like a kiss
Your hand reaching for me
touches my skin
and goosebumps spread
so I lose my footing
while the memory of you stands sharp
and the cold is my only companion
as your earthly remains
roll toward the shore
You disappeared from my life
I stand in the storm alone.
About the Creator
Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
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