3 poems by Skye J. Cardoz
- The Alipore Post
- Aug 25, 2018
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 2, 2019
Cigs
I smelled like your cigarettes
Days after we met
For i smoked and smoked
In search of your ashes again
Giant Bouquets
Love isn’t giant bouquets of flowers.
Sometimes
love is just tiny arms
reaching out to you
holding on to you
tighter than anything in the world.
Memory
Clock ticks away –
Your memory remains
Hidden and Taunting.
