Some days they won't be there
the friends we cried with
the lovers we whispered, "forever", to
the ones who brought us into this world.
Some days we grip our sheets tighter
Layer our lungs with old scents
Take longer walks, as if we have a destination.
Some days we just have to wait to see who returns.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
Some days they won't be there
the friends we cried with
the lovers we whispered, "forever", to
the ones who brought us into this world.
Some days we grip our sheets tighter
Layer our lungs with old scents
Take longer walks, as if we have a destination.
Some days we just have to wait to see who returns.
