I slide my fingers
across the pages and think,
how can I do this
if I’m not sad and broken?
I know it’s because of you.
7/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year
I slide my fingers
across the pages and think,
how can I do this
if I’m not sad and broken?
I know it’s because of you.
7/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year