You're still here
stitched into me, like threads in a sweater
Feeding me words
that break me down and piece me back
together, all at once.
Tightening your grip,
reminding me that I'm not alone.
I never was.
None of us ever are.
You are still here
stitched into the words on these walls.
Every last one
YOU ARE READING
Celebrating poetry
PoetryThis book is to celebrate all the great poets and their creations. (Based on my opinions, so please don't judge)
