and if i sit here long enough
missing you
with every ounce of myself
i have left to spare,
will you come back?
-i still love you

YOU ARE READING
The Beginning and the Inevitable End
PoetryEverything life is. Messy, unorganized. Never knowing how it happens or where you will end up.
Longing
and if i sit here long enough
missing you
with every ounce of myself
i have left to spare,
will you come back?
-i still love you