your polaroid still sleeps under my pillow
wanting to be seen and remembered.
i remember that day as if it happened yesterday
and that's the point of keeping it there
not forgetting who we got the chance to be.
i wouldn't dare move it
it's a reminder of how close you are
yet how hard it's the path to get to you.
- your smile on the picture
YOU ARE READING
for every night i have missed you
Poezjaa small collection of poetry written on my darkest and longest days and nights.
