My Dearest Friend,
He walks by me and I tense up a little.. it's less and less..
The cost of being together for so long I guess..
But still, I can't help but hope for just a second will he touch me?
Acknowledge me?
Smile or better yet look at me?..
But no.. not today.. not at this moment.. maybe later.
And hey there's always tomorrow..
From The Tales of brown and better..
Yours Truly,
Me
About the Creator
LiciaEmber
Writing is a passion of mine. With each new literary piece I create, I get to explore a new part of my imagination and using my own photography allows me to connect to my work in a very unique way.
Join Me On This Journey...Won't You?
Keep reading
More stories from LiciaEmber and writers in Poets and other communities.
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 drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
Wow what an impressive poem🥰