RK’s poetry archive


My blanket still smells like you despite the fact you haven’t been over for a while.
The aroma of muffled vanilla floods my mind and senses with the delicate moment we shared;
silently sworn to never speak of again.
The feeling melts like cotton candy on my skin.

Did those words mean anything to you?

They did to me.
I don’t know what,
but they meant something.