Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Here We Are (Day 56)



So, here we are
—you, squinting into 
the sun. Can't be 
fixed, but it is 
hard that you would 
wander off, so far.
I'd just come up
for air, and known.
Of course, 
that was after 
we talked.
The heart I used to
listen with 
is broken, still
out for repair. 
Funny, how I believed 
I wasn't there, 
but somewhere borrowed, 
while I tried to
remember you 
would never leave.

(c) 2017, by Hannah