ProgressA Poem by alastair
After he left, she had to keep his sweater with her to feel at home,
to feel him, to feel something.
Last night she fell asleep in her bed while the sweater was on the couch. She’s making progress © 2015 alastair |
Stats
108 Views
1 Review Added on May 11, 2015 Last Updated on May 11, 2015 Author
|