same name, by coincidence
same pretty faces, by chance
yet when I get clear of my visions
I'm just seeing things, I blink
one, two— four
names, and faces in front of me
but none of them were you
YOU ARE READING
not the same.
PoetryI have come to the conclusion that without you here, I have not been the same ever since. + short compilation. © mayolaisejar // All rights reserved. 2017
