if you
If you were still here, things would have been different
I may have become a people-person
I may have enjoyed conversations
I may not have grown so indifferent
If you were still here, things would have been easier
I may not have been so complicated
I may have known exactly what I wanted
I may not have developed fears
If you were still here, I may have never been sad
I may have smiled a lot
I may have laughed my heart out
But you’re gone, and I can only cry each night
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoesíaWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
