Flying Away

Two pairs of shoes,And clothes scattered on the groundLuggage goneAnd I’m alone again. All I’m left with is the smell of you,And the tears dripping down,Into the ground you once stood in. I still see our pictures on the wall,Hands around each other,Intertwined in life and happiness. The sound of your crooning voice,When you playedContinue reading “Flying Away”

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