15 minutes was all we had left
Until you said goodbye to me
We treasured it with simple
Words and caring silence
And I can only imagine
The look on your face,
Your thoughts and
Slight curve of smile
An illusion made up
Of time and real pieces
And I played and replayed
The moments we had
In my incessant mind,
A jammed projector,
The images erupting,
Fountain-like,
Pouring happiness
Into the basin of my heart
You said goodbye to me,
Always, so we could say hello again.
Why is it that I feel my poems are getting crappier and crappier? Lol.
Must be the faulty, ambiguous inspiration...
