forty six days after you left,
im waiting for you and her to walk
by. i know its gonna hurt to see
it. but you and her are everywhere
i go. in classes, in the morning, even
in my dreams. i had a dream a couple
nights ago that you reached out your
hands for a hug and when i went in,
it was her there instead. but that
wasnt just in my dream.
YOU ARE READING
After You Left
PoetrySuper short depressing story's beginning at my first heartbreak and following me through life.
