Do you still have those letters?
You know the ones I used to send.
Have you kept them safe in a hidden place?
Where they'll stay until the end.
Of course you still have them present,
Do you remember that they're mine?
Do you think of me when you look at them,
Do you really even mind.
Why am I so full of questions,
Why do I want to know?
I never see you any more,
Not since I left alone.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust poems I write for no apparent reason. Some will probably be dumb, some might not me.