I thought that this summer
I would be holding your hand
As fireflies made crowns of light
Atop our heads.
Instead I am as alone
As the solitary mosquito bite on my arm
As I reach out of the car window,
Grasping at the air speeding by.
Survive: Collected Poems
By ellrose1895
~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! ... More