Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2018
On cold mornings
I always take a few minutes out of everyday to picture what it would feel like if you were still here
I imagine you laying next to me
holding my hand
kissing my forehead
on really cold mornings I swear I can still feel your touch
but when the minutes are up
I open my eyes
& you're there
& I'm here
its heartwrenching and horrendous
but that is the reality of this fairytale
Abby Reynolds
Written by
Abby Reynolds  18/F/Greeley, CO
(18/F/Greeley, CO)   
  314
     Fawn, Keith Wilson, ---, Colm and Abby Reynolds
Please log in to view and add comments on poems