A poem.

Like a cavernous room,

like an echo off the sound

of a heart breaking in two.

 

A poem.

Like a song.

Like lemon trees and clean sheets

Amongst the brighter things.

 

A poem like a riptide.

Like shallow breathing,

like rapid sinking

like sand scraping hand

like water beating land.

 

Like thinking…

 

A poem.

Like a good morning text.

Like family, or a sunday breakfast

Or the old man walking his dog

in the morning.

 

A poem.

Like a feeling.

A song, the acoustic version.

Like a love.

Like a person.