We were never made for forever but we were given it in the way I still feel your touch on my wrist.
I see it in when my friends green eyes are hit by the setting sun.
I hear it in the songs that you loved as they rotate through my playlist.
This is our forever.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
