My wife
I cannot find her
I call her name
Over
and
Over
Her name
e
c
h
o
s
Through the halls
Where everything else,
silence
My tears
drip
drop
Cover every small
Possible
Sound.
I found my wife
No wonder she did not hear me call
She wasn't sleeping
Only swaying
inches
From the ground
And of course, too late
I remembered
She was not mine
at all
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poesía((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
