He was wearing the cologne you wore
And suddenly I couldn't focus on work anymore
With every inhale I could feel the snow flakes touch my skin
The cold wind brush past my face
And you
I could see you
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
