wanderlust

i wasn't ready

i held you close to my chest

ignoring the pounding on the glass

i wasn’t ready.

i wasn’t ready to let you go.

those intense emerald eyes were nowhere to be seen

and that smile that hung on your face no longer existed.

your beautiful white skin

suddenly turned ghostly pale

your tight grip

now let go.

the pounding continued

loud enough to hide the wretching sobbing

that filled the air.

 

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