Hey,
how have you been?
It has been months that went
And the paints here are still green
Hey,
do you still remember?
The wind blew the pavillion
It wasn't dreary rather somber
Hey,
have you forgotten?
Beautiful crystals
dropped from those pools of brown
Hey,
did you feel that?
It is warm yet colder
when I embraced the lad
Hey,
can you still sleep?
Haunted thoughts beneath the bed
I hear every single one of them
Hey,
do you know this?
The sound of thumping
against my fragile ribs?
Hey,
do you hear it?
It is calling a name from yours
Yes, it is still you all along
And hey,
do you still love me?
Because I after all this,
I still do
-10:39pm remembrance
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"i have nothing to write i am not even free not until i find the sugar for my coffee"
