How do you come home
when the lights are turned off
and you know that no one
is waiting for your return.
That you would be welcomed
by the lingering silence
of all the days you were gone.
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See You On The Other Side
Poetry"Isn't it awful to find love at such a young age and be robbed of it for the rest of your life?" This is a collection of poetry and prose dedicated to every person who couldn't find a way to move forward from their past. To every person who loved so...
August On My Bed
How do you come home
when the lights are turned off
and you know that no one
is waiting for your return.
That you would be welcomed
by the lingering silence
of all the days you were gone.
