I've lost it,
I've lost the key to the doors we shared.
Digging my fingers into the corse wood between the stair.
Where you stood my blood left along with my sanity,
bleeding seamlessly from all layers of humanity
Your wink,
Your laugh fainted from the cracks that i tried to fix,
Faded,
Your hey,
Your way of making our day ,
Takes me back to where we stood
YOU ARE READING
Where You Stood
PoetryI like us like a picture in a frame did not know it can all go burning down in flames
