The spaces you carved out in me
left behind some figure
for the way I ought to be.
The traces of you, that fill me,
all I can remember,
leave me empty.
Nov 7, 2022
Nov 7, 2022 at 3:58 AM UTC
The spaces you carved out in me
left behind some figure
for the way I ought to be.
The traces of you, that fill me,
all I can remember,
leave me empty.
