I played the tape,
you once made for me.
rewinding the cassette serving as
a walkthrough of memories.
my favorite song came on,
and I pictured you smiling.
'every song is your favorite'
you would say.
and I wouldn't argue,
even if you were wrong.
every song wasn't my favorite,
you were.
- h.k.p
YOU ARE READING
from me to you
Poetryto those who have hurt me, loved me, and supported me. short poems about many feelings.
