I fight harder when I know I'm losing someone.
I pull the combat boots out of my closet I was scared to scuff up.
I am afraid I have waited too long.
I don't have to imagine a life without you, I see it coming.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
