Some stories are worth rereading.
The Truth About You
Bleak destitute life,
without a trace of light,
like a bird struggling with flight,
I never really felt alive.
Hold still, hold strong, darling stay and just breathe,
Stay with me and be here baby just be,
Where do you go love? I mourn among wreaths.
I remember when I first met your eyes in the crowd,
Remember the depth and devastation in them.
Then you blinked, and they covered with a…