Description: Inspired by the book of the same title by Diaz
this is how you lose her -------------------------------------------
She was not your first love
The one you carry in a secret pocket
She won't break your heart
Nor take a risk of taking it
She was only passing by
A tourist with bohemian dress
Not to fit your liking
So when she said "I love you"
With aching soundwaves
Grasped by the warm air
Your silent breathing desolate
She stayed calm,owning every hope
Swirled by her parting breathes
And that is when she learned about silence
How it cuts like blades
Like a soft breeze
Like your eyes
One of these days
Her scent will remain in your landmark
In every places she has been to
She keeps in the flipping pages of her mind
She will send you a postcard while you sip your coffee
One ordinary morning
And you won't see the words she said
This is how you lose her...
Extremely well written. I especially like that postcard/coffee line. Makes me think about how things are lost from simple ignorance or lack of observation or selfishness.
I really enjoyed this. I'm kind of ashamed to admit that I like this, soully because I can relate so much to the character not thinking about his actions repercussions. But anyways, damn fine work. Please continue writing.