I write for you still,
Though you are no longer here.
I see your face in every line,
Even in the words I cannot write.
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
muse
I write for you still,
Though you are no longer here.
I see your face in every line,
Even in the words I cannot write.
