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 thoughts on “SPLIT IN TWO

    • Chatty Owl says:

      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!

    • dokurtybitz says:

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

    • Chatty Owl says:

      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. imsecretlyjustme says:

    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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