• theunsharedvoice 22w

    After all this time,
    I wonder how you're doing.
    My bones tell me to be angry with you
    for walking away when you promised not to.
    But my heart pretends to understand you and
    Gives excuses for you .
    Do you miss me ?
    Or did i become like one of the streets
    in one of the cities that you once visited.
    A distant memory that you don't remember unless
    you see a picture of me or read a poem
    that you once allowed your heart to write
    to me
    about me?