A Funny Feeling
Capturing a fleeting moment of love
A gaze darts;
I don’t budge.
It gets lost
in my eyes
and lingers long before
traveling back into hers,
cracking the lips
and moving mine.
We keep treading our uphill climb
with our heads down
our breaths drawn.
Hand in hand, we brave the bumps,
the bangs, the clangs,
locking our weariness
into an embrace.
About the Creator
Himan
A displaced writer and translator at heart.
Hope you enjoy my tête-à-tête.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
This was so beautiful! Loved your wonderful poem!