The sadness comes in waves.
One second I’m on top of the world.
The next I’m at the bottom.
I saw you three times today.
The reaction was physical.
I felt this shiver from head to toe and my stomach felt empty.
I brushed it off but now I feel like my stomach all over.
Empty.
Like your existence loving my existence filled me.
And now that’s gone.
At one point I longed for the feeling you gave me.
But those butterflies in my stomach have died.
Poetry
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I like how you use “empty” to describe your stomach and yourself. You do something similar with “barren” and stripped” in your other poem. Nicely done!