Nicole Johnson

Drip, drip, dripping
One by one the tears slip through dampened lashes
Trailing down my cheeks and past my quivering lips.
It is not enough to know that I’m truly sorry?
My body shakes from the constant agony of your departure.
My soul impaired and ghastly
Pitter, patter and it lays empty
Lifeless and abandoned, I miss you.
Our souls lay side by side, not yet touching.
Free-falling into a collision of blinded fears.
Little bird soar into the heavens as our souls reach a standstill with backs turned to the winds of time.
I forgive you, I forgive you.
Sifting through the fogs of regret, your hand finds me
Grasping it tightly, you are mine