How do I get rid of this lump in my throat?
Every time I think of you
I want to scream “wait for me”.
Yet here I remain staring down
and being stared down at.
Do I swallow it and hope for the best?
Or do I spit it out and bury it in the ground
hoping that they’ll flower to say
what I failed to.
I wish you were here.
In this stampede of voices
you were my rabbit hole.
I’d love to escape with you again.
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