Sunday, May 2, 2021

In Your Pictures


Good-bye, my love
How many times have I said I love you to the air, over and over for hours and hour and you will never hear it.
I say goodbye
As I clasp my hand and shed a tear
Forever in your beating heart I remain
Now I am only in your pictures. 

Georgia
5/2021

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