Thoughts of you return
There isn’t much I can do
Learning to write without you
Praying it isn’t true
Like a feather
My fingers touch
Words have meaning
Lost and grieving
Producing creativity together
Light as a feather
Fragile, too
Say it isn’t true
Does it bother thee
When I think of you
It must
My kiss, it went refused
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Of course the kiss was refused!
It’s how all stories end, I guess.
I suppose so. But maybe not.
So unlike you to shower some hope …! Yay to hope!
It is so sad!
I know…I’m sorry.
Such a sad ending.
It’s a killer.