Thursday, April 20, 2017

Pretty Girl

I long to recall
the sweet vibrations
of your voice
as your lips
grazed my ear.
The weight of my heart
and your arm around me.
The filtered lenses
of your eyes
in which you saw me.
I long to forget
the ache
of your steel toe boots
against my stomach.
The lie
of the little house
we'd live in.
The love that
you left me with.