“Bhimmy”
That’s what you used to call me.
A name that once made my heart race,
Then left me with emptiness.
Because when you left,
You took that name with you.
I couldn’t endure hearing it,
For a year or two.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PuisiWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
