The chair beside me empty, a constant reminder there,
Of how much I long to feel your presence, to know that you still care.
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Whispers of Affection (A Poetry)
PoesíaJust some mere poetry out of a sudden outburst of emotions...
Reminder? Reminder
The chair beside me empty, a constant reminder there,
Of how much I long to feel your presence, to know that you still care.
