It’s surprising how many nights
I need a piece of you to hold on to.
Tiny reminders of hazy memories,
a half strung poem,
a song on the radio,
a cloud shaped like a soft toy
I drive through my day
wringing my heart dry
leaving it on the clothesline
to pick up from
and wear the next morning
every day needs a bit of you,
one way or the other
I need a piece of you to hold on to.
Tiny reminders of hazy memories,
a half strung poem,
a song on the radio,
a cloud shaped like a soft toy
I drive through my day
wringing my heart dry
leaving it on the clothesline
to pick up from
and wear the next morning
every day needs a bit of you,
2 comments :
Indeed beautiful.. keep writing!
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