Feb 2015
And it still hurts
when I am reminded
of how I treated you--
like my favorite pillow;
of how I sang
sad melodies at 2am,
and how you listened,
and how I thought
you really did.
when I am reminded
of how I treated you--
like my favorite pillow;
of how I sang
sad melodies at 2am,
and how you listened,
and how I thought
you really did.
to d, who used to call me 'gamby'
