3:36 PM on a Tuesday afternoon

blegh

3:36 PM on a Tuesday afternoon

and if you looked out the window

            it felt like magic

                                    .

                                        .

                                            .

the skies looked like a summer beginning

except

the sun hit the bottom left corner of the window

a little brighter than the rest

and it all felt

                    m

                      y

                        s

                          t

                            e

                              r

                                i

                                               o

                                             u

                                           s...

and so you would sit

feeling        comfortably 

                                                                       uncomfortable.

and you would appreciate everything that you'd felt.

the dizziness after you left their lips

the overwhelming sadness

the regret that you never knew how to appreciate

...them

before

and you'd exhale an apology hoping

that the whisper would reach their ear

and that they'd take you back

and love you, always.

The way it was meant to be.

Author's Note

Lemme know what y'all be thinkin'?

Reviews

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Its definitely a good poem and I really like the part about the window and the uncomfortably comfortable line too. I think it might help changing "their" and "them" to him/her etc. Feels more personal to me like that. The poem wraps everything up well too! Good job