gone is the breeze in the trees.
the silent caress of flower petals;
gone is the raindrops you
didn't know were tears.
gone is the shrinking feeling when
it settles, when your hand
shakes but you ignore your fears;
gone is the love you have always cherished,
but gone is also his need to make it perish.
gone is your feeling of weakness,
the silence of a broken home.
gone are your bruises, life's constant
dial tone. gone is your dependency
as you stand on your own.
and now gone is how your name chills
the marrow in my bones.
YOU ARE READING
i still wait for you.
Poetrypoems and writings for the broken. previously, "i will wait for you until the very end" cover credits to baybiwillow TW if you or a loved one is experiencing suicidal thoughts, please call or text (or have them call or text) the National Suicide P...
