For awhile I missed you.
I thought of you sitting beside me in the living room
And I thought of those memories we made at Christmas.
But one day something new happened
And I no longer thought of you.
But I still remember your name.
- I remember my depression but I no longer think of it.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PoesíaSomething I had to write in order to feel again.
