As we pass on the street
I look back to find you looking back at me
At first I remember the memories we once shared
Now lost in despair
I hardly even recognize you any more
Those days together seem so far
The look in your eyes is cold
Its time I admit you’re just somebody that I used to know.
Words churning to stomach acid
Not at all placid.
Spewing from my lips
Stanza’s spraying like liquid
I have a case of poetry vomit.
After an interesting talk about vomiting feelings, we thought that was a funny expression that could make a good title for a new poem, so we gave each other a challenge to write one based on it. Please read Elyas’ Version too!