if only
i could choose to forget you
left
as quickly as the door shut
and i had to peer through the crack
at what could've been
YOU ARE READING
what i would've gave
Poetry#17 in poetry! part 1 - there are so many things i wish i could tell him. ask him. scream at him. but he's not coming back and i don't want it. not anymore, not the way i used to. the day i stopped calling him dad was the day he died. part 2 - som...
