fast forward to current
i saw a familiar face in a room
leaving in four walls
isolated and away
scattered old photographs
cut into pieces
someone taught another one
to fly, again
and left her afterwards
that doomed girl is me
the miserable future awaits
for the unbearable present i have.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
