Oblivious
I drifted through time
intoxicated by poppies
and sunlight
and the scent of your skin
oblivious
to the heartache
and the emptiness
that would soon hollow my days.
I had not yet grasped
the pain of loving you.
I drifted through time
intoxicated by poppies
and sunlight
and the scent of your skin
oblivious
to the heartache
and the emptiness
that would soon hollow my days.
I had not yet grasped
the pain of loving you.