Like Smoke

I’ve always known who you were,
even from before you told me,
there was always that look we shared,
like life
could only be found
when our eyes met
and our lips
spoke between languages.
You’ve always been the air to me,
the only thing I could ever breathe,
but the wind always
took you away.

Advertisements

About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: