september 3rd

september 3rd

A Poem by Moebia

today, I woke up
and I stretched my arms out
and I breathed in the same
stale, familiar air
five months gone
and my eyes don't water anymore,
because I got to the part
where I forgot
and tonight, I laid down
in the same crinkled sheets
that smelled like stale dreams
and torn smiles
after finally unblocking your number
I saw your name on my phone
and I finally listened to the message 
you sent me in September
and it was like you hadn't been gone a day in my heart
im sorry for being so cold,

© 2017 Moebia


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Moebia
Moebia

Somebody's Nosy, TX



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I am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..

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