In the pause, we remember all.
☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️
The waves
Touch
My toes
As I tread
Notebook
In hand
Pen
Hovers
Like waves over sand.
Waiting--
to catch
Time.
☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️
The birds wings
Flap
Walkers
Drift.
As I do.
Like them,
I ask--
Did I leave---
Was I too--
☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️
Fog
Covers
The waves
I pause.
Draw--
A breath.
The fog
Rises
Ever
Slowly.
☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️
It rises--
Slowly--
I wonder if
He was---
She touched---
She?
Him?
What of---
Me?
What if?
☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️
Did she?
My best--
Friend?
☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️☁️ ☁️ ☁️
Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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