Poetry

Getting Lost

“What can I say?
I love getting lost with you.”

I’m entranced. Like a cobra swaying to music only I can hear. It’s as if nothing else is happening — the rest of the world just falls away. Leaving behind you and me and nothing more than our thoughts and what we share in these moments. Oh, how I’ve missed this feeling. Of belonging. Feeling like nothing could be wrong in this world because at this moment, that’s exactly what it feels like. What can I say? I love getting lost with you.

© Sarah Doughty

Let me stay lost.

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