Nov 2018
Wherever I go,
I go without you.
You told me I could visit
whenever I wished.
A kind lie, to be sure.
But a lie,
nonetheless.
If grief is a wave,
then when will the water ever still?
I go without you.
You told me I could visit
whenever I wished.
A kind lie, to be sure.
But a lie,
nonetheless.
If grief is a wave,
then when will the water ever still?
