Questions

Waking up to the absence of you
Mid-day, hungover, and without a clue
It’s the questions that were never asked
That plague me so.

What was your favourite colour?
Your favourite shoe? Your favourite book?
Where is your favourite reading nook?
Which is your muse- love or dollar?

What was your favourite high school class?
Your first ever crush? Your favourite aunt?
Your favourite place to find a croissant?
Which punishment turns your moral compass?

Do you prefer ice cream to cake?
Joey to Chandler? Draco to Luna?
Mussels or shrimps or salmon or tuna?
Would you ever kill for love’s sake?

Would you choose music over art?
Food over sex? Full-fat or skimmed?
Would you travel throwing all caution to the wind?
What are your fail-proof plans to mend a broken heart?

As I pass day after day, night after night
Tormented by the silence ringing
Louder than the church-bells singing
The echo of your slamming doors unfaded.

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About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: theblackwallflower@gmail.com OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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