they keep telling me you were just a phase,
just a boy,
that in time,
your imprint will leave me
and i will forget you.
but how am i supposed to do that
when the memory
of the feel of your sweater
and the taste of your constellation kisses
still marks the landscape of my dreams?
YOU ARE READING
midnights
Poetrya collection of written thoughts that kept me up through the night. -all rights reserved-
