You packed your bags and left and yet your apartment in my head is still occupied by the memories of you.
The television is on full volume, the stove is on fire and the tap flooding the bathroom.
And yet every night I return to that house and crawl into bed
Trying to fall asleep just to remember what it feels like to be next to you
YOU ARE READING
The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
