I hadn't realised that I was a parking lot
Where people could just come
And wait
Temporarily
Until they were ready to leave again
Just someplace to park their cars
Until they found it in themselves to continue their journey home
forgetting all about me
and the service I provided for them
leaving me nothing in return
except empty spaces
in random places
YOU ARE READING
the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoesíaThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
