Jul 2018
Our pain echoes off these walls like
boulders ricocheting right back into
our own chests with every breath
we breathe. The air is heavy and thick
with longing, mine for him
and yours for me.
boulders ricocheting right back into
our own chests with every breath
we breathe. The air is heavy and thick
with longing, mine for him
and yours for me.
