Thursday 4:52am 26 July 2018
I'd been tossing and turning in my bed,
hadn't realised how long I'd been awake for
until his voice waned-
not a whisper but almost a demand,
"what's on your mind?"
how was I supposed to tell him?
how was I supposed to tell the man
who cradled my crying self and
watched me as I drank my sanity away?
who held me upright as I was 4 bottles in
before I even entered the club?
how was I supposed to tell the man
who had followed me around,
not knowing the places I went to
were places where I searched for you?
you.
you're on my mind.
YOU ARE READING
「 days without you 」
ŞiirDear Dennis. This is when you took everything away from me, and it may have been the best thing you've ever done for me. . . . . jours sans toi ⟶ translation: days without you
