Tonight I'm sleeping on the side
where you used to be
The years went by
that you moved on without me
Those days I turned my back on you
but you still held me, softly.
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.
I Have To Sleep There Because My Back Hurts So Bad I Can't Even Move
Tonight I'm sleeping on the side
where you used to be
The years went by
that you moved on without me
Those days I turned my back on you
but you still held me, softly.
