All I have is the ghost of you
Your remains are scattered in my memories
Your words are embedded in my skin
On certain days I feel like you're there
your arms are wrapped around my waist when I am asleep
Important dates flash a memory
When someone mentions your name
I look away
I tried to get over and move on
But how do you grieve a person whos not dead
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PoésieFor the longest time, I have used poetry as a way to communicate my thoughts In this book, you will read all the words I wish I could say to the world Enjoy
