i hope when you meet her
you're healed
you've grown
you know how to love
and how not to love
i hope when she reaches you
it's everything you ever wanted
but i still miss the shape of your smile
the way your laugh echoed in my mind
how your hair smelled right after a shower
but the last thing i want
is to keep you from happiness
so i let you go, freed you from myself
maybe then you could love her how i loved you
YOU ARE READING
i hope this reaches you
Poetryi have often found that the saddest people are the ones who seem the happiest #83 quickbooks - 9/30/20
