Poetry

06/02/17

Your absence is like a sore throat, you are always on the back of my mind, I get used to it but it still hurts. 

It is like the trembling of a jaw before the fall of the first tear drop, I fool myself into thinking that I am strong without you.

And it is like the sudden headache you get right before having tried but failed not to burst into tears, as blue as the sky and as heavy as a grey cloud all my colours turn into rain.


There are many things like the absence of yours but nothing as meaningful as you. 

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