B.B. Loring

(October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

I Still Haven't Forgotten Your Pace


I am still sleeping in my gazebo
and hear film soundtracks
when I remember you walking pass my bus
but never boarding.

You'll never intentionally
sit across from me
and watch my hands again.

I would try to remember your smell
but I never knew it;
I think I never will.

Though I remember your pace
and it sounds like my heart
when I'm not thinking of you.

I know you never walk fast enough
to sound like my heart
when I am thinking of you.

Submitted: Thursday, July 25, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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