I think I'll sit here for the longest time
Wondering what life is like when you die.
I think I'll turn the radio up
So I can drown out the silence.
Of this room that used to be filled
By you and my reliance.
So you'll go and I'll stay here.
Telling tales of the two cities,
For the longest time.
YOU ARE READING
Gold
Poetrya poetry collection. "I still have my silver jewelry, but it doesn't go with anything I own."
