it was not the arms
that embraced
nor the lullabies
that slowed the pace
love wasn't you
it was not the hands
that dried the tears
nor the voice
that numbed the fears
love wasn't you
for they were all mine
when you left
YOU ARE READING
Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
