Oct 2021
Next to my pillow,
I keep a bottle
of her perfume
All of my longings are
for her small hand
holding mine
My heart still aches,
but only for her
And my poems only end
with her
I keep a bottle
of her perfume
All of my longings are
for her small hand
holding mine
My heart still aches,
but only for her
And my poems only end
with her
