there's a newfound kind of silence in the space that was once referred to as "home"
one that can no longer be replaced with a silly joke or the offer to share a sweet treat
it's deafening, this silence
and i wonder if it will always be there
present at all times, a constant reminder of what once was
but may never be again
YOU ARE READING
tbd
Poetryhi there, welcome to a collection of my writing from times when i was at my best, and at my lowest. buckle up, this could be a rollercoaster..
