the memories when come upon
shred heart to pieces
the mole on the right side of your forehead
the creases next to your eyes
your beautiful smile lines
knowing the warmth of your hand was comfort
holding your icy cold was terrible agony
beloved was buried, unseen to others
so was a piece of my heart.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
the memories when come upon
shred heart to pieces
the mole on the right side of your forehead
the creases next to your eyes
your beautiful smile lines
knowing the warmth of your hand was comfort
holding your icy cold was terrible agony
beloved was buried, unseen to others
so was a piece of my heart.
