2-1

We drank gin from mismatched mugs,
In the evenings we shared laughter and wine,
And held hands as we stepped out cautiously into the world.
Others came and went in time,
But not you,
Never you.

Until you did.
Fake laughter fell on my desperate ears,
When our in-jokes were no longer in.
Everything I tried –
But you didn’t want to hear.

Now that I must,
I hold hands with others
But your mug still sits here
Gathering dust.

 

London, UK

Jessica lives in London and works as a flight attendant out of Heathrow airport. She enjoys writing emotional poetry in her spare time as a creative outlet to help keep her sane! She's keen to receive feedback and would love to hear from anyone interested in her work.