Where are you
Why won't you call
You just let go
And let me fall
Into the darkness
You left me alone
Now I walk the streets
All on my own
Do you ever wonder
What happened to me
Or is it all that you can see
Because my absence made you
Happy to be finally free
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
