NOT YOURS

I still hear you: when my neighbours get loud

I still smell you: in the dirty corners of my hometown

I still feel you: when I bruise myself at work

I still taste you: in the salt of my tears

You: still exist in the depths of my nightmares

My nightmares: do not take away from my happiness

My happiness: is not distracted by thoughts of you

My thoughts of you: keep ceasing to exist

My existence: is all mine

What is mine: will never be yours again

Photo courtesy of Pam Sharpe

Categories: Poetry

Ruby Wood

English literature student, makes cocktails for a living and writes passionately
twitter;@thisisnotruby

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