As the space grew between us I found myself missing you... mourning you... grieving you. But over time my sorrow shifted into anger and I was left trying to remember why I was ever upset in the first place.
Tag: Missing
The Last
I like to think that you think about me too, but deep down I know I am the last person on your mind when you go to sleep at night. You rest soundly, while I struggle to close my eyes.
AO Poetry 