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Every Year



Every year I carried your feelings

With the one or two sentences you give me a year

Every year without keeping your memories inside me

I dried you on my skin with every color


I didn't want to feel your absence

You're always there when I look inside

All those plans I made and didn't make

I've been going round and round in my head


I've come so far in my life

I was born without you in a new place

I forgot your language and thoughts

I lost myself in my past


I can't look at your photos anymore

They are neither enough nor revitalized

They're cold as death now

Next to your warm skin...

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