I saw you yesterday,
I felt my brain go into overload with all the memories,
I saw your mum and I saw her trying to put a name to my face,
It hit me that now you're not with me,
I was okay for so long,
I grieved the death of us,
I was fucking okay,
But I saw you yesterday,
And it hit me,
I just need you back,
I'm different and you're different,
We could get to know each other again and maybe this time it could work ?
You're all that's missing.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PuisiThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
