melancholy

When Someone Stops Loving You

Artwork by Lúa Adler

Cold sheets
The warmth of your breath
Teasing my eyes with promises of tomorrow;

Cold sheets
I roll over — A barefoot trip to get
A glass of water to drown my doubts;

Cold sheets
And you wrap my fears up in your arms
And I see ice in your eyes;

No more palm trees and large waves
When paradise is the faint scent on your neck
And summer is the strands of hair between pillows.

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Poem by Kenn Edward Tenorio

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