27.12.2017
I miss you
I whisper to the air
Hoping to reach you
Knowing I can’t take you back
But hoping you feel some kind of remorse
Because you were perfect
Too perfect
Like carved into marble by Michaelangelo
And I a Degas
Moving too fast for you to understand
You couldn’t handle any cracks in your surfaces
While I embraced them
And made them who I am
You were my first resistance
And I gave you the middle finger
And emerged stronger
And yet I miss your kisses in the dark
Your hunger.
But there will be other kisses in the dark
For the world is full of insatiable people.
Dísa Andersen