"Do you miss him?"
"Who?"
"The boy you thought of when I asked you that question."
I contemplated for a moment.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
YOU ARE READING
Hour glass
PoetryPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
Who?
"Do you miss him?"
"Who?"
"The boy you thought of when I asked you that question."
I contemplated for a moment.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
