on the rain filling my head


The smell of rain is back again.

and if i could bury myself closer to you,

i'd be six feet under, right next to the earthworms.

we are both wishing to know and be known, but dirt

fills my lungs - so i'm left clutching your skeleton -


you'll be gone and i'll be here


I drove home in silence today.

the kind of quiet that sends thunder through the ears,

and tightens limbs with apprehension.

heart wrapped to the wheel: wheel jelly in my hands.


you'll be gone and i'm still driving


When i get home, it'll be - eerily - silent.

i will write no words about you

because writing makes it real;

writing adds another suitcase to your car

and mile to the road between us.


you'll be gone and i'll be stuck


  • Author: reneesunknown (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2023 12:58
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 11
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  • Abby1234

    Very Creative. I love it.

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