Her mind wandered to his thoughts;
Every look on his face,
All the creases on his hand,
Remembering every trace.
Maybe he thought of her,
And how they came to be;
And maybe he'd miss her,
If only she could see.
She wasn't the only one hurting -
He thought of her too,
Uttering to each other;
"Oh, how I miss you."
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoesíaI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.
