This is probably the shortest poem I’ve written so far, but I really liked the concept and wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy this and share it!


Here is a list of things she smelled of:

Sunlight.
Beginnings.
Expensive perfume.
Hot chocolate.
Feelings.

and a list of things she looked like:

A crisp white shirt.
Sushi.
Sunset.
Christmas lights.
Love.

A list of things she reminded me of:

Empty vodka bottles.
Terraces and stars.
Neck kisses.
Smeared mascara.
The color of sunlight after it hits a bottle of whiskey.
Life.

A list of things she was:

A dragon-slayer.
A smile despite a tiring day.
A favorite song on repeat.
My auto-correct.
Human and alive.
Home..
Mine.


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55 Comments

  1. Simply smashing gem that sparkles…thank you for this. Keep on swimming upstream & dog paddle your way into the world of poetry, literally,,,peace, love & light—g.a.meeder

  2. I noticed this line… A list of things she was: and the last word Mine. So does that mean the girl in the poem now belongs to your past? Just a thought. But nevertheless, the poem is deep. Thanks for sharing!

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