You're back.
How are you back?
I thought you were gone
out of my life.
But there's an aching on my wrist
and shame in my heart.
I know you're real.
I forgot what it's like to feel.
You're back
and now I am gone again.
I am gone
gone
gone.
YOU ARE READING
Old Poetry and Prose
PoesíaThis is very old, mostly unedited writing from several years ago. I had uploaded these on a different account but then I deleted all of it. I am posting them again here.
