Poems · writing

See You in Seattle

Opportunity is gentle in her lust.
Emptied,
Shattered,
These particles run amok and
I miss you so much.

How silly to think this was it.
A gentleman
A vagrant
A perfect fit.

Now sinking,
A vessel of anxiety,
A boat on the high sea,
A tidal wave forgotten in this misery.

Our flame it burns so brightly
A scream rendered silent ever nightly
I wander.
Wonder.
Running into ghosts of you
Forever stuck in September.

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