it was always
like a caress
how your ghost
of words
were carried to me
with tenderness.
in the past,
they were a therapy
to me, but now
it was a sort of plague―
just remnants in my memory.
romanticizing my life through poetry.
it was always
like a caress
how your ghost
of words
were carried to me
with tenderness.
in the past,
they were a therapy
to me, but now
it was a sort of plague―
just remnants in my memory.