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
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
There it stays
my feelings in words for another day
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.