This will be my first Thanksgiving without her
and there is this rip in my chest that just wont go away
Were she would sit is now empty
and this year everyone can't come anyway
fuck death
fuck covid
fuck everything thats making this hurt more than it should be
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the lost
PoesíaA book of poems for people just trying to find out who they are written by someone trying to find out who they are. Hopefully a story of growth and dreams.
