today grief hangs heavy in my throat
each word i speak a reminder of death
you're gone
but the coffee shop is still haunted by your presence
i walk by and turn my head,
cant bear to not see you there
i havent gone inside since we last went
26th of January
i was not aware
it would be the last
and my heart aches
for your kind words
YOU ARE READING
almost good poetry
PoetryAnother year another book of pain and love and hurt and anger and joy and fear
