Do you remember the last night?
Me, standing helpless in my doorway,
hands aching to reach out, and you--
figure retreating, head hanging down.
Some nights I thought our passion
would break our bodies apart.
Other nights I thought your indecision would.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Do you remember the last night?
Me, standing helpless in my doorway,
hands aching to reach out, and you--
figure retreating, head hanging down.
Some nights I thought our passion
would break our bodies apart.
Other nights I thought your indecision would.
Request permission to use this poem