![]() It's Not You, It's Me.A Poem by Lyall28
I know it’s not you that I miss, not really,
It’s my memories, my hopes for me and for you. Only potential and possibility, never mind the probability. I miss how your stories always carried you away, Trying every accent, playing every role. Sparkling eyes as I too got swept up along the way. I miss how you’d lean into my space, A casual touch of your hand on mine To make your point and make my heart race. I miss you holding court at the gig with your friends. I miss the man I danced with to David Bowie, Singing along the words to a song I hoped wouldn’t end. It’s not you as a person that I miss, just so you know. It’s the version of my future that wore your face. I lent your name to a fantasy and now I have to let it go. © 2022 Lyall28Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 3, 2022 Last Updated on October 3, 2022 Author![]() Lyall28Melbourne, AustraliaAboutI am a blogger who has an immense passion for traveling and writing on a wide array of topics. more..Writing
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