There was nothing he wanted more
Than to see her smiling
Like she did
When they met
And that was why
He disappeared, to
Let her smile
At the footprints he left in the sand
YOU ARE READING
Abditory
PoetryYou may only move forward once you let go of the past. I find that often, I bury my demons in my writing.
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There was nothing he wanted more
Than to see her smiling
Like she did
When they met
And that was why
He disappeared, to
Let her smile
At the footprints he left in the sand
