you are there -
you are always there -
under your favorite lamp post,
under your treasured blue umbrella,
beneath the silent rain
always, beneath the full moon
I'd see you there
staring...
waiting...
you'd never know how, when
or why
I'd never tell you how, when
or why
but even if you're always there,
I cannot be.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
PoetryWhat happens when the image of self is lost? Where does one begin to look for their 'self'? Broken Pieces is a collection of poems that explores and addresses the emotions that make us human: love, the absence of, and the discovery of love for self...
