Lost, for you sank in the sun
Faded, for you rest upon ashes
My eyes search, with diminishing hope
For
...
I write poems on dusty cars. I write poems on toilet paper. I write poems on my guitar. I write poems on chocolate cake. I write poems but I am not a poet. I write.)
Never
Lingering..
My fears,
Thoughts of you
Deafens my ears
And cold, lusty winds
Sweep me away
And you are left behind
Forgotten, in the mind
And I have naught to explain
Why we have to be
Miles apart
And all I have are
Lingering
Fears,
Tears,
And thoughts of you..
That comfort me in a way
You’ll never do.