Sometimes I find myself
With my hands in my pockets
Curling my fingers
Absentmindedly
Because I am so caught up in my memories
Of holding your hand
That I forget that you are no longer
Here
To hold
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
ŞiirJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
