Thinking about how
I left you standing there
Yesterday, I wished you were here
Tomorrow,
I will forget everything
That we've ever said
In 90 years,
We'll all be gray and old
In just 10 more,
We're underground
In a day,
I'll remember you
But it will never be the same
YOU ARE READING
Open Palms
PoetryA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
