I call this yellow

Do you remember,

Hold me and never let me go.

Of how around our feet

What world had, crumbling.

Each piece, unsalvageable.

The bitter words and false exchanges

To come, is a dullness

Of time to move on

To where thoughts of the day

Have me thinking of you.

Reviews

[Emily B]

You have good instincts. Enjoyed this read.

[ben]

Thank you!

[ben]

no. really I am a mess

[Emily B]

Do you read your poetry out loud to see how it sounds to your ear? It reads perfectly. Spare and simple but full of heart. It is spot on.

[ben]

more of seeing it come alive in my mind I suppose. this is my third attempt at expressing so, your kind words make me feel like a millions dollars.

[ben]

forgot about this. thank you for all the love.