We met once more in May,
Years had passed since our last
But yet you still had the same smile,
The same comfort.
You still were my home in a body.
We walked for hours to your favorite spots,
Reminiscing, catching up, just being.
That day we were our "us".
We have always been our own "us".
One that nobody could understand,
And nobody could take away.
I miss our us.
I miss you.
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Forever Writing
PoetryForever writing poems for those who will never give them even a glance. •••••• Hello! This is my second poetry collection. All of the works are my own and the topics are varied across many experiences and thoughts in my mind. If you haven't yet, go...
