dust settled
over the shivering body
I remember your eyes
as they closed shut
for one last time
tears flowed
into a lake of regret
never stopping
till the day
I drowned
day 89 . drowned
Published by madmagpie
Stream of happymess
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame. Espresso. Writing. Photography. Rambling. Mostly fiction peppered with occasional bits of reality.
Stream of happymess 