You haunt my dreams
but in a good way
Your voice is in my head
and it over powers the others
I close my eyes
and I see you
Before anything else
-Because you changed me
YOU ARE READING
Gone
Poetry"1 2 3 breath in 4 5 6 breath out And I repeat this pattern Until I no longer have to count -But I haven't not counted yet" Poetry Created on 10-26-18
