you ask me if i remember the promise
i made,
how could i forget?
the happy birds
flying by my
window
remind me of you,
always flying.
it's impossible to forget
what we had,
it's impossible to leave
behind my dreams,
maybe i can fix the
shattered pieces
with scotch tape
i wonder if you still
think
of me
.....................................
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015
