the return
Nov 1 · 2 min read

I miss You.
Something told me I’d never see you again,
like the Bay never sees Spring
and the tears rolling down my cheeks,
drying in the sun,
never meet the ground;
the inevitable is denied
the cycle is broken

I miss You.
Something told me I’d never see you again,
like the Bay never sees Spring
and the tears rolling down my cheeks,
drying in the sun,
never meet the ground;
the inevitable is denied
the cycle is broken

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