After a short hiatus, The Introspection Connection is back with a new poem
Ladies (and gentlemen), we need to talk about romantic comedies. Honestly, we need to evaluate the romance genre as a whole.
Strip me bare, reveal the parts I hide from myself.
You were my True North against a setting sun
Remembering my grandfather
I've been kicked open
I am not your burden to bear
Trying to trace the lines of a face I haven't met yet
You were the air current rushing through the trees, trying to reach me
When we are closest to the sun and turn our face away