Isn't it funny?
[inhale]
that the place I now love the most…
I never brought you to?
[inhale]
[in one breath]
There’s no you on the seat,
no smile across the bar–
No tapping.
No trace.
[inhale]
...No essence of you.
The lights hum low,
as the saxophone sighs-
[wistful]
and for the first time in months.
[inhale]
I don’t feel watched
by a memory.
[exhale]
It's just strangers–
red wine and me
Listening to the sound
of someone else’s heartbreak.
I wrote it a while ago,
but made a few twecks
About the Creator
Kiana Carda
“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” —Flannery O’Connor
Taking moments I disappeared, and unlearning all my fears.
Still finding my voice, happly learning out loud.
Would love any feed back x
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