Where He Once Was

K.D. Storm
Nov 5 · 1 min read

A memory of a relationship long over.

Photo by JR Korpa on Unsplash

I open his old books,

I run my hand across the same words he once read,

I hold it’s pages just to catch a small scent that once was his.

I play his old records,

I get lost in his old songs,

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K.D. Storm

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Freelance Writer-Poet-Amateur Photographer-Crafts-Book lover-A disabled woman trying to have her voice heard. https://coffeedrivenadventurebound.blogspot.com/

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