Someone else sat in my favorite spot while I was in bed. Someone else walked up to the bench by the water and sat down in my spot. Someone else went to my spot; a spot that filled me with joy. A spot I had laughed at, danced at, felt happy at. Someone else went to my favorite spot and felt none of those things. Someone went to my favorite spot and cried. Someone went to my favorite spot and felt hopeless. Someone went to my favorite spot...and ended their own life. I almost went to my spot last night. I almost took a walk to find my missing cat. But I turned around and went home. I laid down in my warm bed and felt sad that my cat snuck out; while someone else sat in my spot and felt sad about their life. Oh how frivolous my sadness seems now. I wished I walked over to my spot. I wish I saw you sitting there. I wish I talked to you. I wish I told you I understood. But I didn't. I went to sleep. And you took your life in my favorite spot. Your least favorite spot. And now mine too.
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Whispers In The Wind
ПоэзияA book filled of letters from people who never got to express how they feel. Wether it be to a love one, a partner, a friend, or an enemy. A book filled of letters, wether you wish to be anonymous or not I will publish your letter. I just thought th...
