Aug 2020
I spent three weeks stewing in disbelief
Sweating us from my pores
Today the fever broke
But my body still aches from the chills
Iām exhausted from having and losing you.
Sweating us from my pores
Today the fever broke
But my body still aches from the chills
Iām exhausted from having and losing you.
These are a few lines from a poem I wrote a year ago that I like as a stand-alone.
