I saw him through the window.
Laughing, boisterous, touching, kissing.
The cold rain soaked my hair; dripped slowly down the glass, my face, wet to my touch.
But I saw him.
And he was happy
And that was enough.
I could finally let him go.
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Dear Hopeless Romantic
Thơ caBEST RANKINGS 2018 #1 in Small Romance #1 in Micro Poetry A collection of quotes and micro-poems for the hopeless romantic in all of us because, well, sometimes love tests even the most "hopeful" of us. ;) the mic has dropped; the typewriter type...
