I Remember You
The incessant rhythm of your work
Ever pounding on the insides of my skull
You needed to write it down
And I hated it
I remember I had my bad habits as well
Filling myself with the same billows that dashed our dreams of Paris
My scarlet remnants marring the white, rolled paper
In the same fashion my kisses trailed your frame
Here I sit, missing you
Short one golden family heirloom
I turn its twin over in my hands
Feeling the full breadth of my sorrows
I kept the ticket you bought me
Undisturbed, it sits in my drawer
Undisturbed I sit in this room
I’m not sure where you sit
All I know is it’s not with me
Copyright © Abigail Larimore | Year Posted 2014
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