I saw you from across the room, a single glass wall can't even slightly mar your elegies.
As you passed by, in a room full of smoke and noisy laughter, yet I felt so quiet; I could smell your scent on every particle that I breathed.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
