My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...
I know who you used to be.
I know it doesn't mean much to say that anymore...
Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...
I now know things...
things...
The hole in your heart
where the moon once lived...
their worries wound up
the - clock ticking torment - of...
I’m fine
Deep down inside...
I still remember your eyes
and how they made my world open (as wide...
I could be one,
I could be two...
(If this poem site could literily talk)
I've been meaning to speak to y'all...
It feels like ages since we’ve talked
But I can still see your smile in my head...
It was ten years ago when I moved away
not sure what I was looking for...