Apr 2020
I sit by the window
as I sip my coffee,
and celebrate our joys.
I imagine that you will
come home with the sunshine,
but your coffee's gone cold
as I sip my coffee,
and celebrate our joys.
I imagine that you will
come home with the sunshine,
but your coffee's gone cold
Sometimes you just realize how important it is to hold on to those memories,
after a loss
after a loss
(22/F)
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