"I love you," I said
And there was silence.
"I love you so much," I whispered
But there was no reply
"I wish things were different. I wish I could have you. Some of you. I wish so badly," I paused and repeated the words like I'd never said them before, "I love you."
But there was never any answer.
Because pizzas can't talk.
YOU ARE READING
It Happened Next Winter
PoetryThree times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.
