The
only happiness
here was the echoes of
loving him, and that's gone now.
Not that it was love, anyway -
but it felt real at the time,
his cheek, my shoulder.
And it feels real now,
as I look out the
window in the
wake of his
existence.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
The
only happiness
here was the echoes of
loving him, and that's gone now.
Not that it was love, anyway -
but it felt real at the time,
his cheek, my shoulder.
And it feels real now,
as I look out the
window in the
wake of his
existence.