The difference in the air,
the bittersweet mundaneness
stuffed bags full of clothes and hearts stuffed with love.
There was more to this than simply fun. It was knowing.
I still remember the scent of waking up to you,
and the sand from the walk on the beach,
still lingers beneath my shoes.
I have the wind in me,
from the place where I was truly free.
There was more,
I didn't quite know exactly what until I realised that in a new place,
with complete strangers around
with winds I had never breathed
and roads I wasn't aquatinted with,
I didn't feel like an outsider.
I guess I was home...
I was home.
First typewriter hard copy down. After all these years of writing with pen or on my computer; this is actually quite hard. This took me about three different tries and the spacing and ink ribbon marks are still a bit off. However, I'm quite proud of it and thought I would share. Cheers! Thanks for reading✨✨ #instagrampoetry#poetrycommunity#prose#writerscommunity
. Sep . 8 . 17 .
I write these poems for you
On the day when you stare
Blankly at the grey sky forgetting
When you woke too cold to leave
The nest of your sleeping bag
But you did anyway
To rise early and brew coffee
For your fellow travelers
And you bathed in the aroma of beans
As stars died and gave way
To the burnt orange of morning
Fresh cut grass and the willows
By the river streak pungently
Through the grey mist to wake you
From dreary slate days
In office haze
You were born to be alive .
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