Move Me Poetry

Flight from the City

I return to find you

I’ll return to a thousand places under the moon that knew us to find you (author photo)

I return to places that knew us
that knew you
to find you
still gone.

Each time I imagine
holding you
breathing in
the salty smell of you, like warm bread.
I can still taste you on my tongue
Your hair, soft upon my cheek, cool as satin…