On summer nights,
I wished the stars would burn
so brightly
that they could burn away
the miles that were between us.
But they never did.
YOU ARE READING
After He Left
PoetryAfter you left, I wrote you poems that you'll never get to read. Now you're still gone and I'm still writing the words you never got to hear. -------------- The poems are somehow connected, although they can be read alone. This book was actually in...
