And every now and then
I come across little pieces of me-
A broken smile in the twilight,
A ghostly laugh, floating on the wind-
Slivers of the person I used to be,
Before you broke me.
I only miss you when I miss who I used to be,
Before your hands marked these memories on my mind.
AN- I originally wrote this for an Instagram challenge. The prompt was “I only miss you when…”
Feel free to join in and try this challenge! I really enjoyed this one.
Image courtesy: wallhaven.cc.