I broke down and told you,
I scooped it out deep from within.
I took a chance, knowing it was risky, deep down fearing the
worst but not really believing it.
You sat with me as we drank our bad overly sweet coconut hot
chocolates, holding my hand, reassuring me both of us gently weeping as you saw
me at my lowest.
Over oily chips I struggled to look at you but you made me
telling me it’d be all right and that you’d be there, you weren't going anywhere.
Staring at an empty plastic chair where are you now when I need you the most?
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