Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems

Nostalgia

To Elle

I wish I could say I miss you,
But all I want is to forget you.

Cold nights, broken lights,
I break down—this wasn't how it was supposed to end.

Blue is the wind of fate,
I gambled and lost, wishing I had better odds.

So I dance alone beneath the fading lights,
Drowning in the depths of my glass of wine.

Lilly, september 24th 2024