Never-ending,
Not exiled,
These memories are erasing every fragment of my consciousness.
Then I saw his name.
Ever wondering,
what it meant to me.
YOU ARE READING
I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoesieWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
his name
Never-ending,
Not exiled,
These memories are erasing every fragment of my consciousness.
Then I saw his name.
Ever wondering,
what it meant to me.
