at dusk every day,
i sit at our front stairs,
eyeing the path you take
every time you walk back our driveway.
and then at night,
i walk back inside
'cause sometimes you'd stay at your sister's
and i hope that's where you're at this time.
YOU ARE READING
7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
