The Ceiling and Her

This poem is about the one that got away and thinking about memories with a girl.

The ceiling shares my memories,

The fan blades pass one by one,

Thoughts are killing me,

I want this thinking to be done.

I can see me and her

Under the stars at night,

Locked eyes in the river,

Piggy back rides because she’s light

Late night drives

We lost track of time,

Two different lives

Yet I wish she were mine.

I long to go back,

Then I snap out of the trance,

Tracing every crack,

Between the ceiling and the fan.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

I can see past memories haunting again and again in this poem. Good writing

[JohnThomIV]

Thank you for the kind words.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊