Love is a fog
that burns off with the first day light of reality.
I felt that as i woke and realization that she was gone.
Her scent no longer lingered in my sheets.
Nor did i find her strands of hair
that would clog my sink.
The blurry silhouette urging me to get up.
The arguments that would push my will to the brink
and the smile that would settle the fire with in me.
She is gone,
i come to realize this as i realize I'm not thinking of her any more.
Maybe one day ill find to forget her.
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