and I hope the piercing pain in your chest rests with the world tonight.
wishing my lullabies would cradle you to sleep.
and I hope the blankets you slept in every night
would remind you of me
in your bed
with my hands on your face, trying to wipe the tears away.
I'm still here,
please remember.
YOU ARE READING
once upon a poetry
Poetryjust some stupid poetry and prose i wrote during late nights and rainy afternoons