You’re probably wondering what this is all about.
I could sayI don’t remember the departureLeavingIt eluded me
Yet I rememberThe feelingThe lull of the motionThrummingOn rails toward the Sound
Days will roll into weeks
Will roll into time
I was born
With eyes closed
Grass hid me
And my striped body
The point where the sea meets the sky.That’s where i’ll be waiting for youWhen you’ll come at the seaLooking for my eyes in the endless blue.
These were the top 10 stories published by The Poetry Collective; you can also dive into yearly archives: 2013, 2014.