Isn't it funny?
The fact that we can miss somebody we don't even know.
Memories we never shared.
Moments we never experienced.
We never even saw this face
but still we remember it.
How do we know this person exists?
Maybe it's imagination.
But- we can hear that voice..
Yelling and begging us to come back and take in their place.
Where does it come from?
Where will it go?
Isn't it funny that we'll never know?
~AMM.
DU LIEST GERADE
POETRY
PoetryPoetry. Simply poetry. Since my cup is always flooded, I'll let you take a sip to make it easier:))
