Remember, remember
The night in November,
Where his fingers traced your thighs ,
And you gasped in the air that brought you life.
Remember, remember
The tears in December when he said his goodbyes with all of his demise,
The lies that tore you in half,
Piece by piece.
Brick by brick.
Remember, remember the pain as it's a reminder of him.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
