Been trying to reach you,
I'm done naming my favorite stars,
yet still no sign of you.
The gnomon is shouting,
to stop waiting for you.
The cold wind snaps the reality,
you will never come home,
to answer 'I do'.
(Photo Credit to Kit Sandoval)
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 😎
