sometimes i forget
and call your cell
to do nothing but,
hear your voice
in the middle of the night.
sometimes i forget
and turn to my side
to feel your arms,
only to be greeted
with the emptiness you left behind.
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 ...
