Sometimes I wear your t shirt
So glad that we're through
Sometimes I just sit there and wonder
Why couldn't it be you
What moved on
in the three years
that I was supposed to
was clearly not me
Instead
it was you
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.
