OO1┆𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝
tell me she said
about our house
about our children
about our gardens
about the life we
will one day have
tell me.
but he never did
because it wasn't
real and it wasn't
until she was gone
and he understood
that she never
needed the house
she only needed
the dream.
YOU ARE READING
Genevieve
PoésieHer story, his story, their story; all have one thing in common: pivotal memories and moments. moments like these bring them hand in hand, threaded together into an anomalous collection of poetry, poems and prose. copyright © nebulaskies13 2021 cove...
