Silently regretting the things
I shouldn't have done
Silently saying the things
I could've said
Silently imagining what
We could've been
YOU ARE READING
Chained
PoetryI asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.
s i l e n t
Silently regretting the things
I shouldn't have done
Silently saying the things
I could've said
Silently imagining what
We could've been
