We talked about our future
as I lie down on my death bed
I feared leaving you on your own
You cried as you disregarded the reality
My Abditory, won't you tell your children about it when I'll be on my grave?
Won't they question if their god mother ran away from life?
Oh dear friend ,
How do I die in peace
Knowing you'll now talk alone every 2:54 am?
YOU ARE READING
Abditory; my friend
PoetryA friend you fall in love with. The friendship The affection, and your heart miserable in their absence. This is about my first love, my greatest friend.
