After you're gone.
The pillows has become you're chest pressed against mine.
And the warmth of blankets has become your arms holding me tight.
The sound of clock has now become your heartbeat I used to hear every night.
And your voice is just a text i re read in my mind.
~note from the heart
YOU ARE READING
NOTE FROM THE HEART
Poetryhe was my moonlight. now every night is dark. ~note from the heart . #4 in poetry #26 in quotes #5 in poem. . I hope he sees this, as these were all the things I wished I said before he left. . this is what my broken heart, lost. soul, and generally...
