Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)

Come Back

I'm still hoping you'll come back

Call me stupid, dumb, gullible. I don't care.

Every night I think about what we could've been if I hadn't let you go.

Call me foolish, say that I've taken that moment for granted. Well life isn't fair.

Whenever I see you, memories of what you said kept coming back.

Call me hopless. Crying here and there.

Everything I said was true.

You made my life in prison with despair.