First thing she said was “hi,
“don’t tell me you love me”
then
“you should have kissed me by now.”
He smiled
and knew she meant to be
dramatic
nervous
irritated with morning traffic
and talk radio,
he knew
she would be forever
imprinted in his memory.
She didn’t have to say
a word
enough of fucking words already, he thought
“just don’t talk”
he said
and opened up his arms
like an old friend
she hadn’t seen
in years.
Photo by bird.ee on Instagram
successful women, women influencers, women of faith, women writers
I WRITE BECAUSE OF HER ❤😊
Poetry and Short Prose by Gabriela Marie Milton 2019 Author of the Year at Spillwords Press and Author of Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings
Blogs and poetry
Poetry, stories and other literary pieces
Words can heal
Sui generis👸
Book Chat and Reviews
reimagining literature
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
David Bradley Such
literary journal
Poems that surprise, harrow, and awe.
An online platform for coastal themed contemporary poetry, flash fiction and short stories. Celebrating nature & writing and its therapeutic benefits.
barflypoet & author of dark fiction
Inspiration, History, Imagination
Pen to paper.
Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.
I love this, Christina. So good. ♡
LikeLiked by 1 person
found it in a notebook thank you x
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice work. You found this in a notebook. You probably throw away stuff that others would cling to as their gems.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I never throw away my notebooks, they’re piled up in my closet, in chests, under clothes, secret stash! I told my husband he has to bury me with them (dead serious) lol.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Said the same to my wife. Bury me with all my work. They are a part of us. Weird aren’t we?
LikeLiked by 1 person
definitely odd
LikeLiked by 1 person
lol
LikeLike