I walked by the park last night. I sat by the stone benches and held out a letter. Your words have already faded. But I'm still here. Waiting. Wondering if all your choices would lead you to where we started. Because I have been going back for days. I've been waiting like you said you would.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
