Back in the car, and back to missing you.
Truth be told, I've been missing you intensely for the last 4 hours, at this thanksgiving meal. Something in me believes that you should be there. After all, you are family to me. Twenty four hours until I see you again. I don't know if I can stand it. Please, I need to see you. I love you.
YOU ARE READING
poetry.
Poetryjust a place to keep all my poetry together. read if you must, comment if you dare.
