Your voice is still here
Like an odd catchy song
I cannot get it out of my head
It is warm
It is calm
I feel safe
Though you may not be here
I know that you are there
Somewhere
Existing.
Flourishing.
Constantly growing and forging your own path.
I pray that you may continue to do so
While I wait
To hear your voice once more
YOU ARE READING
A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesíaNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
