Like most good
Things
Come to an
end
Our love
Has
collapsed
At the hands of another
Never
mine
Never
yours
Distance was
Our own
nightmare
Engulfed by
love
Held afloat by
hope
Diminished
By the cold
Hard hitting
Hand of
reality
YOU ARE READING
Breathe ➹
PoesíaI get so caught up in things sometimes I forget what it feels like to Breathe. ©Taylor Gajek
