The wind here is noisy,
I'm chilled to the bone.
All I hear is whispers
Of us on the phone.
Thousands of memories
Formed in less than a year.
Who would've thought
That I'd end up here?
Your laugh sweetly echoes.
I feel your embrace.
I wish I could be there
At the end of this race.
But I wasn't meant to
Be living this long.
Maybe I was born
To guide you along.
Just know that I loved you
The best that I could,
And If I could relive
Every moment I would.
- my last will
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midnight thoughts | a book of poetry
PoesíaIt's when the clock strikes midnight and the world is covered in darkness That my mind decides to stay awake.
