A little phone call she made.
A hushed conversation he heard.
He then grew cold and distant.
she now felt embarrassed and hesitant.
Uncertain thoughts
drifted throughout the night.
Would you still want me by your side?
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
