Her Poem by Riley Choma

Her



Her laugh is both a comfort and luxury brought on by her smile, and is delivered to me with an image in pixelated form.

She whispers loving words to me in evening light through way of a dream, and I hang onto every word because it’s as real as three thousand some miles lets it get.

Her presence even if only in thought, makes my soul cease to scream “make me feel alive again.”

My heart beats faster pumping inspiration through my very own series of veins, it’s because of this that I know why my soul ceases to scream.

I am alive again.

Good mornings and good nights just to keep assurance that it is real, and a promise of someday.

Three thousand some miles singe me, yet I can’t help but feel these feelings and they blind me…

Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: longing,love
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