The space is just null.
Fit to be filled in,
And once again it was a shuddering voice that calls,
The very name that has left it empty.
YOU ARE READING
I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
The day after
The space is just null.
Fit to be filled in,
And once again it was a shuddering voice that calls,
The very name that has left it empty.
