adjusting

clutching at memories
of our time together
before they fade like old photographs
yellowed and curled at the edges
struggling to slide back
into my normal life
without you next to me
without a hand to hold as I walk
your taste lingers in my mouth
your breath still fills my lungs
your sound heard in the quiet
your touch surely left marks on my skin
the usual seems unusual now
and having only words again
seems like watching
a movie in grainy black and white
instead of glorious technicolour
and impatiently
I await
the re-runs

By Suzy Shipman

I like to take photos and write words ...

10 comments

  1. love love this.. wonderful expression:
    “your taste lingers in my mouth your breath still fills my lungs”

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