my sweater sleeves have holes in them, because I know that last night was your last night.
it's not like I know you well, I haven't even said one word to you and I regret that.
but I know your story and I have prayed for you, so I think that's enough.
I feel so fucking sad and I wasn't even a part of your life for a minute, literally.
I heard you were a great family man and I applaud you for that.
you must also know that I am writing you poetry, because I am very overwhelmed with emotions.
I can't help but feel strange about writing for you, because you don't know me.
but I know you and that is all that matters.
YOU ARE READING
Embodiments
Poetrytempting to touch the places she hates the most™ A 13-part poem book for all the littler things that leaves you with that tingly feeling.
