May 2012
Four am,
our last minutes
before
133 days
apart,
dug my fingers into your skin,
begged you not to go
took the week off work,
spent it wearing your shirt
and a tear-stained face
our last minutes
before
133 days
apart,
dug my fingers into your skin,
begged you not to go
took the week off work,
spent it wearing your shirt
and a tear-stained face
