I see all my typos in my lasts posts. Sorry I am not going to change them now.
Just going through in my mind, what is was, what it wasn't.
How I felt ashamed, and tortured. How I felt sexy, free. Young, connected to another human like nothing I had felt before.
In the cloak of darkness.
Not an I love you ever spoken.
Never a meal together.
No gifts.
A few moments shared.
But grief, eternal.
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