Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2020
I was happy
walking in a

drizzle
words
dripping

from my lips
I was alone

making up
a conversation

I would have
with you

when we met
I would know

it was you
because you

would be happy
walking in a

drizzle
words
dripping
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems