COLOR OF OUTDOORS

every night

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 15/02/2018

maybe I do
go to the valley of the shadow of us
every night
I smell that woodsmoke
I see that constellation
I am alone in the
in-between
where you and I were
and whatever’s next
it’s safe to say
there’s nobody like you
it’s safe to say
I broke my heart too
every night
I burn away the memories
I block out the sky
I am alone in the
in-between
where you and I
were you and I

 

M.