and there's a time,
you know, around 3am
where you can't sleep.
your mind restlessly
keeps wandering to
different things.
back to him, back to me.
back to stress and pain.
back to black.
i just put on my headphones,
lay my head on the pillow,
turn on the volume,
and let his voice fill the empty void.
another lovely night for us...
YOU ARE READING
our stories of love, for him.
Poetrynothing too fancy, nothing too simple. I'm just collecting poems and thoughts that make me think of him.
