June 25, 2016
Kim was searching for Katherine's report on her chaotic desk. She stumbled upon a pink sticky note; Katherine scribbled on it.
Kim paused and read whatever was written.
It read:
"It was a cold evening.
I felt feverish;
It wasn't long before he noticed.
And so he handed me his jacket,
I refused but he insisted.
Its scent was strong and pleasant,
It stuck to my shirt,
To every bit of it."
Kim smiled, she felt relieved that Katherine moved on with Rain already. A thought then tied her stomach into a knot, she knew something Katherine obviously didn't
YOU ARE READING
Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
