A Love Letter to London
Our breathing became harmonized as our mouths collided into omission
Reminding me of the time your fingers brushed against my skin during a drunken dusk
Your touch, filled with prejudice and midnight emotions, rolled through my head while I walked the busy streets
Suddenly the door opens, bringing me back to the reality in which I face, and stirred my thoughts with what I could’ve had if you had stayed one night more without a trace
And you whispered in my ear sweet oblivion as your lips twisted around mine
How far gone I was, devastatingly drifting into my dreams of you while the bell had just begun to chime
See, how everything reminds me of you
From the city lights to strangers in my life, I have traveled everywhere in search of the feeling of you
The gaping mess in my chest hasn’t left since your touch brushed against mine one summer night How empty one feels without the pride of your sweet smell next to mine
Delirious I find myself
Constantly yearning for anything similar to the night I had you
And then all at once, you’re passing me under the big city lights, glimpsing at the night we met Passion filled the space between us, with your touch only a haunting reach away Your memory slowly began to fade
But whatever daylight is made out of, and whatever the city itself fed on, our souls always found a string to latch onto, gripping onto whatever was left of one another
For whatever game we played, I fear I won’t stop running until I fill the void the night left right in front of me
I knew you, back with the city lights and late night fights
See, how our bodies sync into omission, I wake up and suddenly you’re gone, howling in my head until I draw you into bed one more time
My prejudice faults me, tell me you’ll find your way, if only I write about your short stay?
Grace Lee is a graduate student studying in Alaska with aspirations to write poetry and fantasy novels. Her dreams of becoming a writer have been with her since she was a little girl.