i have
to keep the promises
that i made him
when i realized he was dead.
it seems as if they both
are slipping out of our hands,
but to help them,
we force ourselves
to do nothing, among
the hardest things i've done.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
