Espresso Martinis
in my city
By AnnaisePublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Sleep deprived on a weekday night
At the bar I brought you to,
Sitting across from an empty chair
Espresso martinis taste like you.
Your scent lingers in the hallways
Where you spoke my name,
And in the sheets
Where we felt things we didn’t say.
My hands ache to be full of your face,
To caress your skin,
Eyes full of your gaze.
December feels like you -
Nostalgic and cold.
One more year we couldn’t get it right,
One more year old.
I don’t want to see you when you’re in the city,
I want to be the reason you come to the city for.
You left a ghost of you
To take my city and make it yours.
About the Creator
Annaise
Hopeful romantic. Love enthusiast.
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