Felt tips on the pen

smooth over any awkwardness that I might have

But I still seem to giggle at inappropriate times.

When I do my laundry, I succumb to the cleanliness

and my heart doesn’t know if the tumble of the dryer

will steam away the memories.

It was just yesterday that I saw

you

but then I dreamed that we were more than I ever knew

I let my self tumble and roll through the possibilities.

So I needed to write with a pen

felt tipped

There it stays

my feelings in words for another day

heartish

Written by Liyona in 2016 when she thought she was in love. Her other poems can be found on the blog The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.