I cry for the people I will lose, not the ones I have already lost.
Looking in the future, I see everyone I will leave, everyone who will leave me. The ones who already left are gone.
I can't think about them any longer, but the ones who will matter later will also leave.
YOU ARE READING
in a world called my mind
Poetrythere are times talking to people doesn't help, and words are the only comfort.