I can hear you breathing on the other side,
slow breathes,
as the silence stretches in between us.
We have nothing to say,
nothing to talk about.
Somewhere in the years that passed,
we lost ourselves and the
connection we once had.
My dear sister,
you've become a stranger
I once knew well.
YOU ARE READING
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PuisiPoems, just poems. This is pretty much my notebook, where I write down stray thoughts and ideas. These poems are not always about me or anyone specific. Highest Ranking: #53 6/8/17 #106! 4/25/17 #94! 4/26/17 #85! 4/27/17 #78! 5/1/17 #71 5/8/17...
