your words

the words you used
carved
stone statues in my mind

my heart, though, struggles
with all of you
that now I leave behind

the miracle of falling
upwards
one more time

the bruises on my forehead
and wet sand
in my eyes

pour salty water
in my glasses
next to wine

the cigar smoke around me
paints dark clouds
up above

4/5 – (1 vote)