the memory of you
surges my mind like wind slashing through the bells of a wind chime,
after lingering for a second it vanishes,
like the wind; leaving nothing but a melancholic melody of what once was.
YOU ARE READING
baby blue
Poetryupon my death, may you sprinkle my ashes on your pillow, so you can feel me in your lungs and breathe for me as I once did for you. . a collection of poems.
