Posted in of the heart, poetry

caught adrift

04/15/2019

Spring used to smell like
lemon juice and lavenders
Summer used to sound like
wind chimes and hummingbirds

Autumn used to feel like
your gentle, warm embrace
and winter used to taste like
vanilla ice cream cake

then time stopped flowing
now stuck at 3:15;
right when you stopped breathing
and I started this routine

Wake, wallow, wear…
I’d wilt into oblivion
fading in despair
awaiting our reunion

Please…anyone…save me

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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