Is it me or you?
a question that comes around every now and then
whether I'm cursed or blessed not to have you there
memories we had
disappear into the rivers of life
which now we no longer share
we say good to see you again
the now forever lie
acting as if it's the first time
When in reality it'll be the last time
for a long time
YOU ARE READING
the little things
Poetrypoetry collection on little things that sometimes mean a lot in life
