It was late at night
When I broke my promise:
I started thinking of you again.
I grabbed my phone
And scrolled down
At images I know I should have deleted months ago.
There you are.
You smile
You stand
You stare
You look straight into the lens.
It’s you.
Now I’ll think of you all night long.
Probably all week long.
Perhaps all life long.
There’s no escaping you.
Nor do I really want to.
It’s you.
But you are not free to be here.
It’s you.
And I’m here.
Away from you.
I lie in bed and look at the ceiling
An abyss where I wish you could be.
It’s you.
You
You
You.
But I don’t even dare say your name aloud.
About the Creator
GB Rogut
Jack of all trades, mistress of poetry. Mexicana. Bi. Autistic. She/Her. You can support me on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/musingabout or visit my tree https://linktr.ee/GbRogut
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