The night was young
And calm.
I was holding his hands
Palm to palm.
He held it firmly
And tightly.
As the night gets colder
His hands gets warmer.
We float our lanterns in the deep blue sky
Shared our promises
By the night.
I opened my eyes and smiled
He wasn't here
But an imagination in my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Words I Left Unsaid
PoetryThese were the words you wanted to hear but I was too afraid and a little too late to let you know.
