A continuation to the previous part
Written by a friend of mine
I present to you
Eastertide
from a different perspective
You left me
On my own
I left you
For your own
We never think
About each other
Anymore
But when the easter tides
Hits me on my face
Till my heart
You came into me
All over again
Does that mean something?
Perhaps it means that
Your veneration
was all faux
Unlike mine
