He sits by the
window
waiting for his letter
from the girl he once loved.
She promised
she would write.
Even if they're done for
good.
68 days and counting yet
he still waits for the letter.
It never came.
YOU ARE READING
Cry Me A River
Poetrywords I fail to speak so I write them instead. Highest rank (#47) in POETRY (#46) in OVERTHINKING
