I laid down
And my bed felt empty
I could still smell him
An hour after he left
Fresh pine and wood smoke
I breathed in
and sighed
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of poetry I'll be working on throughout the year. Here, you'll get to come face to faces with attitude, a bit of romance, and whatever else I can squeeze out of the right side of my brain. Happy reading.
Him
I laid down
And my bed felt empty
I could still smell him
An hour after he left
Fresh pine and wood smoke
I breathed in
and sighed
