"I am grateful, I got glimpse, of what we could've been." The young lad says to his older version.
“Will I see you again?” he asked.
“Maybe in the next chapter, bud.” I say while giving the top of his head a gentle pat, and then the book ends.
YOU ARE READING
Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Wʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ
Poetrythe last entry of the old me. Started: March 23, 2022 Finished: October 30, 2022
