I no longer remember
The sound of your voice,
How you talked,
The way you would laugh.
But, I still see your face
As clear as the day we met,
The twinkle in your eyes,
The smiles you’ve sent.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
