I still think of you sometimes...
When the night is quiet
and my mind is loud,
I remember how I used to fill the silence
with your voice.
But you are here no longer,
and even your name feels distant now.
Still, the words you whispered at 3 a.m.
stay like a ring
in the back of my mind
that I just can't turn off.
YOU ARE READING
|POEMS| The untold words...
Poesía|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
