Monday, 27 July 2020

🌻

I can write you from memory.
I can talk about vast green fields and sunflowers and reach you.
If I'm lying here half awake , maybe I can think you're the crumbled up sheet beside me.
Suddenly you're my kitten 
Or you're the wind blowing ever so lightly.
You're everything I can think of.
But then,
 I cannot memorize how it was when you were here with me.
Next time, I'd record the feeling.

It's kind of weird,
you wouldn't know you were missing something until you are re experiencing it.
It's like, you forgot.