Poems from mckiwrig287
He called me once, you know
I was in the shower and he called me
Not once, but over and over until I answered
He asked me how to love you...
You still smell the same
Japanese Cherry Blossom
In my arms again
Your lips on my forehead
Again
Again
And I’m time-travelling except
I don’t know if I’m going
To the past or to the future
Or to a third...
Are we just now
Meeting for the first time
After all these yearsWhen I have known
Every crinkle in your forehead
And heard every story...
She feels lighter, somehow
Something soft and gentle in my arms
The same pink mouth and doe-eyes
The same soft skin on the back of her neck...