The Last SupperA Poem by ElisaSomething was definitely off
I saw you yesterday
Or...did I...? I can't really explain what happened. You didn't really talk to me, and you left really early. It's probably my fault. I was acting pretty distant. I felt kinda sleepy as I played with my food, and didn't know what to say. Emptiness between us... What a foreign feeling! And here I am awake, one week later, with my thoughts just...floating. No. They're not swimming. They're being carried by the current, an inexplicable tide, a gentle breeze in morning fog, so thick that you lose yourself. So where am I now? I'm being consumed by this ridiculous need to prove myself to you, no, to entertain you no, to please you. I miss you. But that's pretty vague, isn't it? I'm turning over in an empty bed waiting for the chance to see you again. At least with you here, I can stare at you, as you stare past me, and run through my mind how much I love you. My fantasy can taste reality and my eyes can taste hope if you'll sit next to me for one more meal. © 2015 ElisaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorElisaLos Angeles, CAAboutHello everyone! I really appreciate you stopping by! I post new poems every Monday and Friday, so feel free to check them out and let me know what you think. Thank you so much, and have an awesome day.. more..Writing
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