Dear Amelia,
Today is the fifth month that I've been without you. Your birthday is in a month, mine is a few days after that. Do you still have that stuffed parrot I got you last year? Does he still sleep by your bedside?
How I have envied that bird,
Landon
YOU ARE READING
Landon, Empty
Poetry“How can I be reasonable? To me, our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.” -W. Somerset Maugham (c) mockingjayde 2013
