I know where to find you
But you don't want to be found
And so I'm not looking for you
As you quietly leave this town
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.
You Ran Away Without Saying Goodbye
I know where to find you
But you don't want to be found
And so I'm not looking for you
As you quietly leave this town
