a lost poem
Dec 1, 2020
We held hands,
I thought:
this might never happen again
what stabbed me was
the glimpse of you
stretching to thousands
because
it was the last
and I knew it beforehand.
We held hands,
I thought:
this might never happen again
what stabbed me was
the glimpse of you
stretching to thousands
because
it was the last
and I knew it beforehand.
