Day: Nov 3, 2021

You told me tales like ours turn to dust before being written.

I promised I could keep this one burning, but I got too smitten.

Our roads took us far away from each other before we fell,

I did not send you flowers, and you did not send me to hell.

Three full years slipped through our fingers like sinking sand.

My ships tamed roaring oceans, but you stayed on the land.

We heard stories on their lying lips about how we once loved,

And they turned our thunderclouds into the whitest kind of doves.

Each time I passed the city, all the reflections lured me in,

It felt like even the sun was turning me towards your sins.

Then one day I wandered onto the street where we first met,

So angry and alone, every brick in the wall owed me a debt.

I turned to walk away but there you were, a standing prophecy.

Your auburn hair flowed over my emerald coat as you greeted me.

You smelled like the ocean waves I once were badly longing,

And you told me there is no spell stronger than The Belonging.

-JW