Feb 2017
Your eyes are rough as
your fingers dance over Rubik's Cubes
in achingly distant memories.
How I loved the echoing sound
which I am slowly forgetting.
your fingers dance over Rubik's Cubes
in achingly distant memories.
How I loved the echoing sound
which I am slowly forgetting.
~~ It is strangely painful to miss something that you never had before. ~~
