Photo by Steve Halama @steve3p_0 on Unsplash
You are a breath of fresh air
in a hollow room
as the windows fog with
the laughter you once caused.
There's dust on the walls
and a scratch in the floor where
you moved your old bed
across the hardwood stained black.
I miss the sound
of your smile in the night
as you lay beside me and
shared your whole world.
How lucky was I
to hold and be held by you
here in this collapsing space
stale yet crisp
with dust fairies floating in your memory.
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Darin Leigh
Just the ramblings of an artist in her 20s. I write a lot of unplanned poetry. I hope you enjoy
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