Gone

I woke up to the smell of clay, the touch of silk and the sight of you. I smiled one last time, slipped out to the cold and kissed you goodbye. Escaping from that place so safe, I walked in the rain, leaving all I knew behind. I sometimes wonder what you thought the second you woke up to the smell of clay, the touch of silk, and opened your eyes to a half empty bed, and so many thoughts that we would since that day call memories.

Comments

[casey]

so did you fall asleep in a ditch and kiss some roadkill good bye?

[sky100010]

get some clay wet and smell it, dumbass... oh and when you're done, stick it in your ears. By the way, did you ever spray paint that painting of yours?

[casey]

I am weak... :(

[casey]

and clay smells like dirt!

[gale gary]

that's so sentimental and thoughtful of you...
some beautiful memories are worth keeping but some are not. so hope you'd do so honey