A stray thought,
A passing glance at your photo,
The empty silence of your room,
The timbre of your voice in a dream remembered.
It doesn’t take much to open a cavern of grief.
I miss you.
A stray thought,
A passing glance at your photo,
The empty silence of your room,
The timbre of your voice in a dream remembered.
It doesn’t take much to open a cavern of grief.
I miss you.