I often wonder why I still carry the thought of you
You’ve been away from me
Far longer than you’ve been near
I am mending pieces
The unseen ones
Thousand unintentional shards of fallen potential
I must be an island
Felled upon an ocean
Thousand suffocating waves of unspoken words
I often wonder the why of it
The ache of it all
Sipping bittersweet tea
The quietness of winter rain
Poetry of M 2024