I forget, tonight
to think of you
staring at the stars
Author: evening scribbles
A song, on a warm night
Words weave on a starlit breeze
misheard lyrics roll through the skies
The song speaks a different language
Now, I know you’re here.
The things we didn’t say
our voices drift
in this empty room
echoes fall softly
Morning, again
Yesterday fades,
as the morning rises
rain falling down
Something somewhere
Nothing to do
but sit beneath stars
wrapped in memories
Like air
I breathe you in
not knowing that touch
was our last one
The things we didn’t do
I run my head under the shower. Let the hot water pierce my skin. Think of you. Eating noodles. With someone else.
Listening to the night
Groups laughing, glass smashing, I watch a fox run across the street, reach for your absent hand, wish I could sleep
Lost
Hidden sun pushing
through the layer of grey
these tears slowly roll
Little things
Rain in the grass
We run through
wild daisies grow
Evening Scribbles 