No more yours and mine
Days are grey by design
Please stop asking, I’m never fine
Struggling to get myself together
It’s constantly pouring
No matter the weather
When lost, wishing I were immune
I find myself at our greasy spoon
Or your favourite spot at the lagoon
© 2025 Samantha Williams. All Rights Reserved.
Thank you, Sammi, for the Weekend Writing Prompt – Lagoon, 48 Words.
2 Comments
I really like this poem, almost melancholic in style, reflecting on a relationship that’s fallen apart. There’s so much emotion packed into the lines, like an internal battle with feeling lost, yet holding onto small remnants of memories ❤️
Thank you very much. I am happy you enjoyed it. 😍