You are
Sleepy memories
Fuzzy
Like 5 AM fog
Rolling
Off calm waters
Of the soul
Absent you
I lick your flavour
From my lips.
Warmth envelops me
Until I wake
Empty
‘
we struggle
————————–to connect
we wait
for a look
————————– to make us quiver
for a smile
————————–to quicken the heart
for a touch
————————– to start a fire
door slam
————————–Soulful cries
fall on deaf ears
tears shed
fires dwindle
————————–the cold reminds
we walk alone
————————–in this journey
we live solitary
————————–in our heads
we are all alone
————————–in the end
Mariah E. Wilson is a writer from beautiful British Columbia. She has been published in The Loch Raven Review, Every Day Poets, The Kitchen Poet, Walking is Still Honest, Luciferous and The Corner Club Press, for which she is also now the Poetry Editor.
–Art by Denis Olivier