𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Poem #49

Our tender touch,

impregnable passion towards each other,

undeniable honesty of what we have,

are now gone.

Now, I had to reminisce them.

For history is all you left me.