I wonder if you still think about me. I know you live far away and you've got no reason to.
But when I do pop up, from the corner of your mind, sneaking up to you like a shadow, do you sweep memories of me under the rug?
Do you wake up in the middle of the night because of the late night phone calls we used to have?
Do you imagine our hands still clasped together whenever you sit alone watching a movie?
Do you remember the way I'd cook for our picnics when you walk into your small kitchen?
I know you have an apartment by yourself now.
But no matter where you are, I'd still call you my home.
YOU ARE READING
Another Day, Another Tear
Puisi"We were trying to save a sinking boat. And that's the problem: I'd do it again if I'll drown with him. " My poems from 2019-2021.
