Poetry

Crumbling Foundations

“Every second we’re apart,
I feel like my world
is crumbling beneath me.”

In this flickering candlelight, I wonder if you can still read every change on my face as my thoughts linger and drift as the minutes tick by. I wonder if you’re paying attention. Seeing the pain. Witnessing the hesitation. Feeling the words I cannot bear to speak. So tell me, love. Do you notice me? Do you miss me the way I miss you?

© Sarah Doughty

Because every second we’re apart,
I feel like my world
is crumbling beneath me.

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