Sangria whispers and
The coral of your lips as
Your fingers slip under my dress and
I start seeing stars.
Pale sweat on a Wednesday as
My eyes dredge open and
My toes search for you under
A mountain of soft things.
Could you hear me dream of it as
We drove down the countryside and
The imaginings of life with you
Filled my eager eyes?
Were you looking as
Your screams penetrated me and
Your hands banged against the steering wheel as
My heart shut and dried?
Did you see the light leave me and
Do you know where I can get it back?
Some days it still hurts
Hell, it hurts everyday but
I can honestly say thank you for
Setting me free and
Walking so far away that now
I couldn’t see your reflection in
My rear view mirror even if
I tried.
About the Creator
Darin Leigh
Just the ramblings of an artist in her 20s. I write a lot of unplanned poetry. I hope you enjoy
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