I write because,
what I felt for you,
almost killed me.
But, I rose out of these ruins,
Chasing stars - still loving you.
Before regret got a hold,
Of the person you were,
And ripped it all apart.
YOU ARE READING
When to Say Goodbye
PoetryThere is no timeline for grief and handling loss. This book has been written for that reason, and to show that every life is impressionable on another.
