Tuesday, November 29, 2016



i used to have this blanket
that kept me warm and secure
but it was rudely ripped away from me
that cold September night
i didn't think i could lose you
you was young and beautiful and brave
the thought to tell you goodbye
never crossed my mind

but now
it always does

every time i see someone
i wonder if it will be the last
every time i say goodbye
i memorize your face in my mind
that warm blanket is gone
and in its place is something cold and gripping
and i rip it off and throw it away
but it always manages to find me again

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