I spent my days wandering
walking and walking for hours
trying to keep my feet busy
to prevent them from running back to you
the body you once kept so still in your hug
the body that found confort only by standing next to you
was now running marathons
away from you
filling my eyes with images
forcing myself to look at
pinturesque landscapes
random bus windows
picaso paintings in the Alhambra
panoramic views
to prevent
looking at my screen a lot
longing for that message that
might
or might not come
images of cities you've once been
a photo of you on the back of my phone
along with the tickets that took me to the places you'd never would
wearing that top you left me
that was too hot to wear in the heat of the spanish summer
but I could not let go off
my comfort is
I always write poetry
when I am left alone
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