Hello old friend
We meet again
It’s been a long while
You used to wander after me
Up and down the aisle
Through fields of green grass
Through the night you stalked me
Sometimes it felt more like you were haunting me
The voices of ghosts
From worlds that only exist in the mind
I was compelled to write their tales
To tell their stories
With all their foibles and glories
You would sail with me
Down streams of thought
And through floods of emotion
Always fairing the waves
Of joy and despair
I’m glad you have returned
I don’t know where you were
But I am glad you are mine once more
Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
More from this author:
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Atomic Historian and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
By Sarai Jakubczak3 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Amazing poem love this
Feels nostalgic and pleasing ❤
Love those lines
Beautiful and lyrically poetic.