I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.
I’ve almost forgotten
the way your laughter used to sound.
Still, I’m over here —
barely whole,
but waiting,
willing,
if you’d reach out to me again.
I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.
I’ve almost forgotten
the way your laughter used to sound.
Still, I’m over here —
barely whole,
but waiting,
willing,
if you’d reach out to me again.
I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.
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