Knock at my window
Palm trees sway in the wind of your breath
Your blue eyes bore into my soul
A man who wears self without apology
A lover who made me seem whole
A voice cracked by the intruder within
Punched jokes and spewed filth, without shame
Made me feel like a natural woman
But would not give his feelings a name
The talk was easy, the walk less so
Your layers were too hard to find
I think I enchanted your body
Though never invaded your mind
A contradiction dressed as an open book
Cherry blossom in the breeze of my sky
I thought you were here for the next act
But it seems you were just passing by
That knock on my window. That rap on my door
The chimes of your keys on a chain
All that is left is that space that you filled
And the echo of ease and now pain
This one really hit me. Simple, honest, and a little sad—the ending especially stays with you.
Thank you so much. The first poem I’ve ever shared with anyone. Your comment meant the world x