Well, I'm not normally one to write poetry, but the other day I was sitting in class and a phrase kept drumming through my head, so I wrote it down...and then everything else that came afterwards.
I have walked alone
to find your face
to feel your eyes
Swirling eddies
Mist-covered lakes.
They clear,
I am found
The mutterings around me
Mouthings that pass by
Rolling overhead;dragging me under.
But I surface
Again
And again
Where are you hiding?
In the forests of my memory
Weaving in and out of the trees
Always ahead, never behind and never beside.
I hear your smile in the breezes
Sighing to the river
The forest ends.
You are lost.
I am found.
I don't flatter myself by thinking it's good; actually, it's probably quite crap. But it's mine, so there it is.
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