I remember the odour
of your leather
while deafening German sounds
were slowly killing me
with a desire
to never stop kissing you.
I remember the scent
of your embraces,
they felt like you
were borrowing my life
for some freak show.
Years later,
I’m here again,
in the sweet spot
of square one –
same name,
different letters,
and yet another indescribable feeling
of loss,
just in reverse this time.
I looked up to you
so much,
it started to feel
like a hungover cocktail
of hot and cold.
more than by any other experience
in the past,
I finally overdosed.
On you.
And itΒ seemed like a such good decision.

– Chatty Owl –

29 Replies to “SPLIT IN TWO”

    1. You know how annoyed i was because i was unable to write for so long. One little steps at a time and i hope to remove this rust off my creativity!

    2. Yes, I do recall that, you’ll de-rustify yourself, and be up and running 😊😊 I can’t wait to read your new works

    1. Owls are always elusive, huh? Sorry I wasn’t around to be a supportive follower, my dear Paul. Hope to correct this soon! Hoping you’ve been ok.

  1. You’ll find him in that fourth glass of wine. It’s good to see you, Ms Owl– you always look beautiful against darkness.

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