The scribble
Oct 22, 2021
as you sit there in the corner of your favorite coffee shop
gripping, trying to warm your cold fingers,
know that I am in the toilet, scribbling your name through the walls.
trying to embellish it with a name I cant even pronounce
and as you read it, you will hear the echoes of my voice
you will see the traces of my mascara while I am wiping away my tears
you will see me and hear me listening to my favorite song from Laufey.
I will no longer visit you in your dreams
nor I will cry when it starts drizzling,
time will not make me miss you
but the crimson colored sky will remind you of my smile,
and by that time, I only hope you are fine.
