I open my eyes to see
if what I remember was just a dream,
but all that's in my view
is an empty pillow -
I wish it were you.
HMH
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Pastel Cell
PoetryA collection of poems by HMH. Any chapter that does not have a photo with it is a NEVER BEFORE SEEN poem! (Will have * in the chapter title.)
Gone
I open my eyes to see
if what I remember was just a dream,
but all that's in my view
is an empty pillow -
I wish it were you.
HMH
