Little World

Little World

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

I despise
that I find myself
missing you
when the moments
are empty

I miss the taste 
of your breath
and the sound
of your cracking knuckles
and the crazed windblown look
of your cowlick
as it flops down
onto your forehead

I miss the things
that I notice when
your neck is turned
away from me
and faced towards
the rest of your little world

© 2015 Emmy J.M. Powell


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Very able to relate to and vivid.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Emmy J.M. Powell

9 Years Ago

Thank you!
Tamika Finley

9 Years Ago

no problem

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