Longing befell me on a sharp
right turn, wrong.
A dark disciple rose up in me
I call her nostalgia

Our love is like snow
that refuses to stick.

I am always breathing in want
and exhaling regret
in your icy air.

I take water into my lungs,
and pretend it is you

I measure sugar and salt
in equal cups.
The yearning for both,
making me desperate,


I keep looking for a blizzard,
but the sidewalk is bare,
and the treacherous sky
swears snow never fell here.

-Tosha Michelle



28 thoughts on “Drift

      1. You’re very welcome, and you have a safe, fun weekend as well. Your blog is one of my favorites. Thank you for allowing reblogs.

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  1. Hi, Tosha😊
    Once again you’ve rang my bell. Deep tones of truth.
    “Exhausting regrets.” Brilliant! I couldn’t take my eyes off those two words.
    Reflecting back, it sumed up the lesson’s learned. Our choice of expectations, & the disappointments that life sometimes bare.

    I hope all is well. πŸ’™ Dale

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  2. In time they will.
    Yeah, the weather here has been much cooler than normal, so I’ve been keeping the road hot on my bike. Finally Freedom, it’s been years in the making.πŸ˜‰

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