the ghost
of another life,
lost opportunities
and what-ifs,
still haunts me
every now and then
when a sound, a voice,
a familiar scent
brings the memories all back
those lovely days,
far behind by now
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Puisiour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
