09-28-2018, 12:38 PM
How I Miss You
The metaphors get mangled
into cliche
and all that flooding and fire
wouldn't touch you anyway.
So no, it won't be some sad poem
that solves you.
It won't be me reducing you
to similes of oxygen
or nicotine
or Dad.
It won't be me endlessly pretending
you could live on paper.
The metaphors get mangled
into cliche
and all that flooding and fire
wouldn't touch you anyway.
So no, it won't be some sad poem
that solves you.
It won't be me reducing you
to similes of oxygen
or nicotine
or Dad.
It won't be me endlessly pretending
you could live on paper.