Published November 14, 2017 by Amy Elizabeth

I am lost.

The smell of you that lingers on my clothes
That clings to the depths of me,
Remembers times when we were together;
When you washed over me
Like no ocean ever could.
You drowned me in waves
Of belonging so fast,
I had to repeat my name
Again and again to make sure
It hadn’t entwined with

Too much.

Too late.

I am alone.

And I’m following a path that leads to

But you were here;
My compass.

Although, I guess I should have realised
You were broken
When instead of pointing north
You pointed directly to my heart,
But I loved that.
I love you.
It just . . .
Feels different now.
Like I’m supposed to know which
Direction to go
When my compass has
In two.

And yet If every word I’d ever spoken,
Was stolen from my lungs,
I’d still write you songs
I’d never sing,
Because you are my
You are the tune stuck on
That I cannot get out of my head,
But secretly,
I like it.


The turntable’s slowing,
And everything is now



Like a school kid in class
My name is called;
I reply “here”
But not present.

And the teacher signs me in anyway
Because who really knows
the difference?


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