I love to see you,
but you never turn around.
Im always at back.
One moment I tried,
tripping, screaming and crying
but I wasn't heard.
I paused! Took a breath!
I never expect ten years,
are still not enough.
I looked at the glass —
took a shot and went tipsy.
Amnesia please come!
Forgetting is tough!
I shook my head! Punch my chest!
Why still in my mind?
Woke up in my bed,
Staring the ceiling above.
One more year had passed!
YOU ARE READING
Hang - Leave
PoetryHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎
