heres to all the good ones,
all the people i leave behind,
we made mistakes we'll never regret,
moments we'll never forget-
this was fated the day that we met.
we were all passengers waiting for the late, one way flight to our futures,
holding onto time as the clock ticked on the departure board.
i may see your face one day,
on the tube,
in a room full of crowded people,
on the television screen,
with a strange longing and even stranger pride swelling within
because i knew them
we were once, all together
we were all once
YOU ARE READING
little poems
Poesiathese are little poems that id never love enough to show [lowercase intended]
