While I was in my deserted place
Feeling the lack of your joyous face
So rejoiced in a whole new way
Because you had texted me today
"How's your fever?" you asked
For a whole minute a finally smile sparked
I had so many things to tell you
So many things to ask you
But I could only reply and say "How're you?"
THOSE and THAT emotions appeared , I could feel them again
Yes this really felt like the most luckiest and precious windfall gain
YOU ARE READING
The first to last feels
PoesíaIt's a set of poems . Just a representation of my raw emotions during the time I was alone
