i'm here at our usual spot
carrying our naïve promise
of meeting on the same date,
the same place we first met.
i waited here for years;
the gulf stood by me
until i lost sight of
who i was waiting for.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
