you looked so beautiful after i said goodbye
Jan 10, 2023
on my lips are
d
r
o
p
s
of tears
and i remember
how you tasted
when we kissed;
salty and sour
like the sweat
on your skin
can i ever find
the colours
to describe
the way you looked
from the window
of a moving train?
that is all i carry
with me
as tears on my lips
-the taste of glass
and the memory of
my face pressed
against the pane
of a running craft
you were the
colours of the sun
that woke
the morning sky
on the day
a man left
home for the first time
you looked so fucking beautiful
after i said goodbye
