you'll never know
how anguish kissed my heart
every time l read the obituaries
searching for your name
and the sigh of relief
that escapes my lungs
when l dont find it.
YOU ARE READING
obituary
Short StoryAll is quiet at 1:35 a.m., As I try to clear my head. It's as though I've blinked and everything has changed. It's been happening for a long time, I know, But then again, That's how it always is, Isn't it? thoughts of a sleepless poet dipped in hear...
07:00
you'll never know
how anguish kissed my heart
every time l read the obituaries
searching for your name
and the sigh of relief
that escapes my lungs
when l dont find it.
