I keep your love note, in my wallet.
And I keep that-In my pocket.
To remind me of the days I left behind.
Your goodbye note, sits on my nightstand;
Just in reach of my left hand;
In case I ever need to remember
How I cried.
And those days, I said goodbye to,
Sometimes I wish I could remind you
But your voice inside my head is all I hear.
Hold your breath, and you can sense it;
Close your eyes and you’ll see it’s true.
And those days, I said goodbye to,
Sometimes I wish I could remind you.
but your voice inside my head is all I hear.
All I hear.
YOU ARE READING
The Ghosts of my past.
PoésieLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.
