#WritcoPoemChallenge
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon
To be prepared for this,
100 times, 99 times, 98 times, 97 times a day,
I think of you.. so I can be okay..
Until I forget what your eyes color were,
How those eyes looked at me with love, anger,
Disappointments, jealousy, concern, care,
Lust, hurt, or whatever.
How your lips felt like when they are on mine,
How it feels just to even hold your hand.
How your voice sound like.
How your words affect my mind.
Until I forget how I loved you.
How it feels perfect when I am with you.
How I was hurt as hell.
How I was once cared, as well...

© KBM